Page 2 of Raptor

Chloe shakes her head. “No.”

My entire body stills as Pyro's gaze meets mine.

“How old are you?” he questions.

“Eighteen,” she tells us, and while I'm relieved they're of legal age, I'm a fucking lot older than that. I'm thirty-four and Mallory's eighteen. There's a sixteen year age gap between us.

“You’ve got to be twenty-one to be in the club and drink,” Pyro says pointedly.

She raises a brow. “Oh? And are you going to tell on me?”

I chuckle. Christ, these Irish women are a hoot.

"So, you're in a motorcycle club?" Mallory asks, twisting her body so that she's facing me. "That's cool."

I grin. She's fucking sweet and so damn sexy. "It is. There's nothin' better than bein' on your bike with an open road in front of you."

She nods. "I get it. My passion was dancing, but I lost the love for it. I need to find something that gives me that feeling, you know?"

"Yep. Trust me, darlin', once you find it, you'll know. What are your plans now that you've finished school?"

She sighs. "College, I suppose. I'm just not all that academic. I'd rather not waste my life away by sitting in a classroom."

I chuckle. Christ, this woman is exactly like me. We have a lot in common in that sense. I wasn’t acadmeic, I couldn’t imaging being stuck in college, that’s just not how I could ever invisige my life.

“You wanna get out of here?” Pyro asks, and there's no chill in that man's voice at all. He's laying everything on the table.

Chloe bites her bottom lip and glances over at Mallory. Not a fucking word is said between the two, but there's some sort of communication going on, that's for sure.

“Yes,” she tells Pyro, and he doesn't hang around. He pulls her from her seat and within seconds they're leaving the club.

Mallory's laughter is soft and velvety. "I'm glad she's having fun."

"What about you, darlin'? You want to have fun?"

Her eyes are bright and her smile wide. "Definitely," she breathes.

"Come, Mallory," I say and reach for her hand. The moment she places her palm against mine, I jolt. Christ, she's fucking gorgeous.

I’medgy as fuck as we make our way up to Mallory’s hotel room. Sitting in the back of the cab with her pressed against me was enough to snap almost every ounce of restraint I possess. This woman has no fucking idea how much I want her; no fucking clue what she’s getting herself in to.

“Raptor,” she says thickly, her hands shaking she tries to unlock the hotel room door.

I press against her back, and the little whimper that escapes her has my cock twitching. I slide the keycard from her hands and unlock the door myself.

I need to be inside of her. My cock is aching.

The second we’re inside the room, I kick the door shut behind us, and then she’s on me. I fucking love that she’s not afraid to go for what she wants. Our lips collide, frantic and consuming, as my hands skim along her body. Fuck, she’s got curves in all the right places. She's pulling at my shirt, leaving scratches on my skin that only fuel the fire raging within me.

I grip her hair harshly, turning her head to the side, and free my lips from hers. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

She’s fucking bewitched me—that’s all I can think. I’m not usually like this. I don’t ever run this hot. But with Mallory, I’m close to the fucking edge.

She smiles up at me, her eyes glinting with lustful fire. "I want you, Raptor."

Fuck, I feel the fucking same. All I want is her, and I can't deny that any longer.

With a growl, I release her hair and rip my shirt off, tossing it aside. My hands slide around her waist as I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around me, the heat between her thighs seeping through my pants and warming my skin, causing my cock to throb with need.

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