Page 95 of Sugar and Skulls

“I’m serious. I hid your keys to Sylvia. So, the back of my bike is your only option.”

My giggles evaporate in thin air. “What?”

He slides my panties off my hips, his mouth trailing behind them as they slip off my toes.

“Dirk.” I try to shove him off me, grunting for effect. “For one you can’t take my keys. Two we can’t do this here. Dad will hear us, he’s in the next fucking room,” I whisper yell, my ire rising with each beat of heart.

His eyebrow pops up over his glowing eyes. Jesus I can’t deny him. I still beneath him.

“He won’t hear me. He’ll hearyou.” He pokes me in the chest, a devilish smile spreading out on his face.

I watch as he peels his shirt off and unbuttons his jeans. Shit we are really doing this here.

His kisses make me forget where I’m at. They are everywhere. When his kisses trail off, his hands take over. Before I know it I’m panting, fisting the sheets in my hands. He smiles down at me, happy that he has effectively rendered me speechless.

He settles between my legs, nudging me gently. We both moan quietly when he enters me. The rest of the world fades away. There is nothing better than feeling his skin pressed against me.

Dirk doesn’t take his eyes off mine as his hand slides up between my breasts, he pauses over my throat before placing his hand over my mouth. He tilts his hips, hitting me in a spot that brings tears to my eyes.Oh, god. Oh, god. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

I fall. I fall. I fall.

His hand presses against my mouth almost painfully as he traps my screams of ecstasy behind my closed lips. He holds himself above me, chasing his own pleasure when I combust again. Something about the way he takes control of my body, bending it to his will turns me on.

When he reaches the peak, his eyes turn a shade I’ve never seen before. He falls on top of me, his face pressed in the crook of my neck. He removes his hand from my mouth, allowing me to finally catch my breath.

“Now, back to what we were talking about,” I whisper in his ear.

He laughs, his whole body shaking on top of mine. His head bops up, a genuine smile on his scary, beautiful face. “Well, that didn’t work. I’ll have to do better.”

He flips me onto my stomach pressing me down into the soft mattress with a palm to my back. He slides into me from behind in one smooth motion, his legs on either side of mine, effectively pinning me to the bed.Oh. Oh, that feels fucking good.He leans down and whispers in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you all night, Jesse.”

I moan in response.

“You’ll be too wore out to argue with me after that.”

Good news is Dirk is a-fucking-mazing in the bedroom.

Bad news is Dirk has figured out a way to effectively shut me up.If that is indeed bad news.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Jesse

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Dirk is scowling as Jeremy helps me put the finishing touches on Sylvia’s new paint job. I left her with the natural rust color but added the Rebel Skull logo on each of her two doors. She looks bad ass.

I stand back to admire her. Dirk makes his way over to us. Jeremy promptly excuses himself. “What do you think?” I ask him.

“I think Jeremy spent too much time leering over your shoulder.”

I bite my lip and back away from him, one tiny step at a time. His predator eyes emerge. I pause. My heart slows as I plan my escape.

This has become our game.

He always wins but I don’t mind. It’s me that wins in the end. I’m always rewarded for putting up a good chase.

I dart out of the garage making it all the way to the warehouse before he catches me. He pins me face first against the building. “Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. It does no good to run from me,” he growls in my ear.

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