Page 32 of Saving Blood

His abs twitch, and when I dip my hand lower, I laugh. “Flinching already?”

His one hand palms my ass as his other one slides up my back. He grips my ponytail and tugs. “I’m just getting started, babe.”

I grin up at him, liking his rough touch. Liking the way he commands my body. So different and intriguing. Power and force, but not malicious and devious like Hector.

I pull at his leather belt, suddenly impatient to feel all of him, to have him inside me again. Just the thought makes me tremble. He tightens his grip on my hip, sensing my anticipation.

“I wanna make it to the bed this time,” he growls in my ear, then he easily hoists me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he stumbles us into the bedroom.

The air conditioner in the window whines in the background, drowning out the sound of us shedding our clothes. I easily peel off my booty shorts and tank while he toes off his boots and removes his cut and t-shirt. I notice he folds his cut and lays it carefully on the only chair in my bedroom. Apparently, bikers are very particular about their club colors.

I lie back on the bed as he slowly lowers the zipper of his jeans, knowing my eyes are zeroed in on him. An erotic striptease just for me. He lets them fall to the floor, then kicks them away. He stands naked at the foot of the bed for a few seconds like he wants me to admire him.

Good move because there is plenty to feast on. His scrolling tats over his muscled chest and arms accentuate his golden tan from the Tijuana sun. This man’s perfection has me licking my lips. He leans in, bracing his bulging biceps on the mattress as he crawls up the bed, then hovers over me.

When we did it in the alley, the only light came from the security halogens, and I didn’t get much of a chance to see Blood’s body, but now . . . he crawls higher onto the mattress, and my eyes widen. Yes, we had sex, and, yes, I felt him inside me, but I never actually saw him—the man is freakin’ huge.

He follows my gaze. “You like what you see?”

“Ahhh . . . yes.” I clamp my mouth shut, embarrassed by my stuttered reaction.

His shoulders shake as he huffs out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I got you.”

Exactly what I’m worried about. He does have me, and unless I keep my mind and body detached, I’m in for a world of trouble with this very roughed-up biker.

He licks his lower lip, then grips my thighs, hauling me closer to him. “Can’t wait to fuckin’ taste you.”

All logical thoughts vanish when he lowers his head and sucks at the sensitive skin on my inner thigh, leaving a mark, just high enough it would be covered by my booty shorts.

He raises his head slightly. “When you fight tomorrow night, only you and I will know where I marked you.”

My legs spread wider, and he sucks and bites the other thigh as I melt into the mattress, pushing him toward my center. I need him there; I want him there.

He grins up at me for a split second, then dives in, driving his tongue deep as his thumb works my clit. I moan out, my head thrashes against the pillow, and he increases the pressure and the tongue-flicking. All the tension from Hector’s threatening visit slips away. I concentrate on only Blood teasing my body into a frenzy. He increases his pace, and my hips arch off the mattress. I scream, my body rigid with pleasure and humming with satisfaction, then collapse against the bed.

He plants little kisses on my thighs as the aftershocks buzz through me. My choppy breathing fills the room, and when I open my eyes, he leans back on his knees, gazing down at me.

“This is just the way I wanted to see you.” His palms slowly stroke my thighs. “All sprawled out for me, every inch of you in full view.”

His scrutiny makes me shiver, but there is something else. His eyes have lost their hard edge. They seem to soften, so different than the attitude he maintains at the gym. Even his voice takes on a mellow, seductive tone. Is this the same man who regularly barks orders at the fighters and trainers, and walks around with a permanent scowl etched on his face? Is there more to this man than a street-savvy biker who runs underground cage fights?

Or is he playing his own angle? Working me the way I’m working him?

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BLOOD

Yeah, just as I imagined, the second time was better than the first, and having her spread out under me in a nice soft bed didn’t hurt either. Too bad Maxine is the enemy ‘cause she has a body meant to be fucked hard and regularly.

Sweet, soft skin, lightly tanned and just begging to be licked. Fuck me, but her center was the perfect mix of salty and sweet. Just like her. We’d barely gotten started, and she already broke apart for me in the best possible way.

She gave it up for me so easily, so willing to please and be pleased, but it didn’t matter because I was here to do a job. Fuck her stupid and then bait her until she slips up and makes a mistake. Let her sated mind fool itself into confiding in me.

She reaches out for me, and I slowly ease up, nudging her legs apart with my knee then lowering myself, teasing her center with my pulsing cock. It doesn’t matter to my cock if what we’re doing is real or fake, ‘cause right now it wants in her heat, and it wants in now.

She pulls me to her then seals her lips to mine. “You’re not gonna bite me again, are you?” I whisper against her lips.

“Only if you want me to,” she says with a smirky grin, so I suck on the soft skin of her collarbone hard before giving it a little nip.

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