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One of his hands slides up my spine and tangles in my hair while the other makes its way down to curve around my rear. Sabotage squeezes one of my cheeks while holding me in place with his grip on my hair, at the same time deepening the kiss further. His cock, hard and thick, presses into my stomach and I ache to have it somewhere else.

I reach between us, gripping the shaft, and stroke a finger along the slit, wishing I could taste the small bead of precum leaking from the tip. The last time we were together, I hadn’t had the pleasure of having my mouth on him, and I want to do just that. I want to suck him in as far as I can take him.

Sabotage has other plans, it seems, when he breaks his lips from mine. “Fuck, gorgeous, you’re gonna drive me insane if I don’t get inside you soon.”

“Then take me, Wesley,” I whisper. Right now, he’s not Sabotage to me. He’s Wesley—the man behind the biker. The man meant just for me.

“Oh, Ryann, baby, I intend to do more than just take you.” He groans, scoops me up, and steps out of the shower, not bothering to turn the water off. He walks out of the bathroom, not taking the time to dry either of us off.

Seconds later, I find myself falling onto the bed, my legs being spread and Sabotage’s mouth right there, devouring me, consuming my very being.

It’s so good. More so than I remember. And the last time had been amazing in and of itself. This time, though, it’s different. Sabotage takes his time, licking, laving, tasting every part of me down there. When he adds his fingers to the mix, I become lost in the pleasure he’s giving me.

Cupping my breasts, I toy with my nipples, adding to the pleasure.

Sabotage groans his approval as I do this and rewards me by hitting just the right spot that has me crying out his name as the orgasm washes over me.

In the throes of my release, he moves over me, lines himself up, and thrusts inside. He gets maybe an inch or so before pulling back, eyes locking with mine as he rams deeper, filling me completely.

“Wesley,” I pant, unable to catch a full breath.

“Yeah, baby?” He groans. “Fuck me, you’re tight. Tighter than I remember.” Moving back, he glides back in, starting up a pace that’s just enough to make me burn but not enough for me to be fully consumed by the fire between the two of us.

Sabotage leans in, holding himself up with his forearms to keep his weight off me, his hips swiveling, driving inside me while he captures my lips. The taste of me lingering, and I must admit, tasting it in the kiss, is somewhat intoxicating.

I wrap myself around him, holding on as if my life depended on every little touch. Sabotage growls into the kiss and picks up a hard, faster pace, sending me spiraling over the edge. I rip my lips away from his to cry out his name, loving his touch in ways I didn’t think I ever could. I didn’t think it was possible, but here I am, loving it all the same.

My release flows over me, and Sabotage quickens his movements, thrusting even deeper, groaning as his cock twitches, filling me with his own.

“Fuck me, gorgeous, but I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he says, breathing heavily.

“I’m right there with you,” I utter, tightening my arms around his neck and pulling him into me. “I need more already.”

“Yeah?” He grins, cocking a brow. “You want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes,” I answer, lifting my head in order to reach up and kiss him as I do this.

“Then brace, baby, ‘cause rest of the day, we’re fuckin’.”

“You might want to turn the shower off first,” I suggest, remembering the water hadn’t been turned off.

“That would be good.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, it would,” I agree, giving him what I hope is a teasing smile.

Sabotage moves, his cock leaving me feeling empty. “Be right back,” he says, getting off the bed.

I follow him with my gaze locked on his ass, watching him move through the room into the bathroom. A moment later, he’s back out, eyes taking in my body laid out on his bed.

When he joins me, he starts all over again. Starting out nice and slow, building the pleasure between us. Together, it feels amazing, and I love every moment of it.

By the time we finally fell into bed, it was late, and all I wanted to do was sleep in Sabotage’s arms, holding me as only he holds me.

CHAPTER NINE

SABOTAGE

Swear to fuck, if I don’t get some time alone with Ryann soon, I’m taking her ass somewhere neither of us will be found. At least for a few days. With everything going on between her mom and brother, his club, and Nevaeh’s family coming in, it’s been hell.

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