Page 51 of Savage Rule

“Your turn? I just made you come.”

“Exactly. Your fantasy come true. Now it’s my turn. I want you to fuck me on this bike.” She undoes my zipper and releases my cock. When she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I understand what she wants.

I adjust my position as I lift her. Our lips meet in a demanding kiss as I impale her onto my dick, both of us desperate to take from the other.

Up and down she slides, her powerful legs doing most of the work, while I keep us balanced. I’m not sure if this looks as insanely good as it feels, but I don’t give a damn. All I can think about is that I’m fucking Scarlet in this place that’s been only mine for years. And it’s going to leave a mark.

It goes beyond the mess we make on the seat when we both reach our climax, my semen and her wetness. I’ll never be able to come here again and not think of this moment. Of us together, enemies locked in passion so tightly, that when it’s over, I don’t want to let her go.

I’m not so sure she wants me to either, because she stays like that for a long time after it’s over, her head resting on my shoulder.

“I should go,” she says eventually. “Sun’s coming up in a few.”

“I’ll take you home.”

She shakes her head. “Too risky now. I’ll catch a cab.”

“No.” I go to the key safe and grab a set. Tossing them to her, I say, “Take the Ninja.”

Her gaze going from the keys to the bike and to me, she says, “Really?”

“I mean, don’t keep it. Bring it back tomorrow.”

“Oh. You sort of owe me one,” she argues.

“Bring it back tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She smiles and gets dressed. Then, she leans in to give me a kiss before putting on her helmet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I open the door and she winks before dropping the face shield over her eyes. And she rides away.

As I stare at the red dot of the brake light disappear down the street, I realize something that scares the shit out of me.

I never want to let her go again.

16

SCARLET

It’s late and I’m so tired. Why is it always like this with Gunn? And it’s not the intensity of our sex that takes so much out of me. It’s the questions. The deep delves into our personal lives.

Why the fuck do we have to share so much? No other man I’ve ever been with has asked about my scars, or scrutinized my expressions when I answered. No one has ever cared.

But Gunn sees everything. He wants toknoweverything about me. Wantsmeto know everything abouthim.

Can’t blame him, I guess. I’m curious too.

I should go my apartment in Philadelphia. It’s been my full-time residence for years, yet I haven’t made an appearance in many days.

Because it doesn’t smell like him,that little she-devil on my shoulder chimes in.And we like things that smell like him.My bed. My couch. My body.

You could just go back to his place.

The temptation is great. However, I’m so tired all I want to do is curl up and sleep. Doing that around Gunn… Well, I wouldn’t be doing any sleeping.

Besides, I have to go tomorrow to give him his bike back.

I smile as I feel the purr of the Ninja between my legs. It’s not as good as having Gunn there, but still amazing. Maybe if I ask nice enough, he’ll let me keep it.

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