Page 62 of Ruthless

Chapter 24

Rebel

I don't know how I managed to keep my hands off Ginger the second we were inside her apartment, but I did. As much as I wanted her, I realized that there was an order of how the night needed to go, and doing things right was a lot more important than getting her beneath me. She deserved it, and my patience. Her reaction to walking inside her clean apartment had been worth it. A quick glance revealed that the Max brothers had done a top notch job, even going so far as to add a fresh coat of paint on the wall by the door where most of the blood had been located. It hadn't been necessary, but the light paint fumes helped mask the scents that lingered from what had really happened there. The deep purple color didn't match the rest of her walls, but it made for an interesting accent wall, and Ginger liked it.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, I rushed her into the shower. Fuck, I'd wanted to join her for a replay of what we'd done earlier in there, but again I held myself back. She needed the alone time, and I didn’t want to come off as a totally insensitive ass. I'd made her aware of my intentions, I was pretty damned certain that she was on board with them, but I needed her to know that it wasn't all about fucking.

Hell that was a new concept for me. Fucking was the only thing that I'd wanted from women in the past, a quick, no-questions-asked relief from the stress of being on the road, of being on a dangerous mission, or hell, just the plain fucking pleasure of emptying my balls. It worked perfectly for me, as long as the woman didn't ask questions and left afterwards. I had to admit that ever since I’d met Ginger, the sexual encounters with club whores or the loose women that I met on the road hadn't been enough to satisfy me, not when all I had been able to think about had been long hair that felt like silk in my hands, sparkling eyes clinging to mine, soft with arousal, and mouthwatering curves that I could fill my hands with.

Ginger had remained on my mind, like an addictive drug that I couldn't get my hands on.

And now I had an abundant supply at my fingertips.

Fuck. I was so screwed. I'd chosen the life that I lived but, and I couldn’t understand why I suddenly wanted something more. Maybe it was because I was getting older, and more and more of my biker friends, men like me, were finding their mates and having families. Christ, I hadn't even known that I was missing that. I had never wanted it. Reconnecting with Ginger was making me think about things that I wasn't comfortable with.

I knew that I should just walk away. But I also knew that I wouldn't. I wanted her too fucking badly, and not just for fucking, contrary to what my hard dick was indicating. I ran my hands over my shoulders and chest and down to the enlarged muscle, washing away the soap. I lifted my dick to make sure the suds beneath it and my balls were washed away. I was still hard as a rock when I turned off the water and stepped out of the tub.

Ginger had slipped on a tee after her shower, but I had no qualms about drying off and walking through her apartment naked. A noise in the kitchen drew me there, and I walked in in time to see Ginger ending a call. She set her phone down, her surprised gaze shooting down to my erection, before rocketing back up to meet my eyes. I gave her a wolf grin, watching her cheeks flush with a pretty blush.

She didn't owe me an explanation, but she gave me one anyway. "I called to check on Della."

"How is she?"

"Still sleeping, according to the nurse. She said they would be keeping her sedated during the night so she didn't move around too much."

"Good." I went to her, for the first time noticing that she had something in her mouth. "What are you eating?" I grinned.

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. "A peppermint patty. I'm addicted to them."

I'd seen the bag of them in her fridge. I caged her in against the counter. "Let me taste."

"It's almost gone," she laughed lightly.

"Give me your mouth," I insisted, leaning in and taking what I wanted. As soon as my mouth closed over hers I forced my tongue past the seam of her lips and thrust it into her mouth. The strong taste of mint and chocolate exploded on my taste buds and fuck if it wasn't the best taste I'd ever had. I leaned against Ginger so she could feel the head of my dick between her thighs. I moaned around the tasty mint coating my tongue, taking as much of it into my mouth as I could.

I was a greedy bastard.

And she was so fucking tasty.

I ended the kiss with several gentle tugs of her bottom lip, reluctant to release my prize. The sting of her nails on my biceps sharpened my hunger. My hands transferred to her hips, sliding beneath her tee to her silky skin. She wasn’t wearing any fucking underpants. I glanced down with surprise, taking in the pretty butterfly tat right above her pretty, pink pussy. Sweet Jesus, I was going to devour her. Suddenly, hearing her scream my name was all that mattered.

"You stole what was mine." Her soft voice drew my gaze up to hers. The sultry smile on her swollen lips and the tiniest bit of chocolate in the corner of her mouth suggested that she was talking about the peppermint patty I’d tasted in her mouth.

She was so fucking cute. "I'm about to steel more." I moved my hands upwards, taking her shirt with me until the enticing peaks of her tits popped free. I zeroed in on the bounty that I'd exposed. For such a small thing, her tits were heavy and full, her rose-colored nipples the size of berries when they were hard. I had to have a taste. I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it away, and then took her tits into my hands.

It was only fair that she was as naked as I was.

I leaned forward, eager to take a nipple into my mouth. Ginger gasped before I had even reached my prize. I glanced up, meeting the arousal in her eyes, the slight flare of her nostrils, and the sexy part of her lips. My dick punched forward, eager to be inside of her tight, little cunt. But I had other plans first. I wrapped my mouth around the tip of her tit, sucking in as much succulent flesh as I could.

"Oh!" Ginger's hands clenched onto my arms as she arched those lovely mounds toward me in eager offering.

I growled around the tit in my mouth, chewing and sucking on it, and drawing back until nothing but the nipple remained between my teeth. I rolled the sweet bud carefully, hearing her sharp gasps above me. I moved on to the other tit, repeating the action until she was panting heavily. Fuck, she was so receptive and responsive, and I was about to spill my seed on the floor between us, I was so turned on. When I began lapping at her tits and squeezing them in my hands, she cried out and clawed at my shoulders.

The bite of her nails was almost my undoing.

"Please, Rebel!" she pleaded in a breathy tone. "Fuck me!"

I abandoned her tits and trailed kisses up her chest. "Oh, I intend to, baby. When I'm ready." Fuck, who was I fooling? I was so ready that my dick was leaking a pool of pre-cum. I reached her collarbone, losing my fingers in her hair to pull her head back. "I'm going to fucking claim every part of you." It came out in a hoarse threat.

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