Page 56 of Infected By Virus

Her hands slid up under his shirt without conscious direction from her brain. Virus stops rocking her against him to stop her hands. He sheds his cut and hangs it with care on his handlebars, then tosses his shirt somewhere to the ground behind him.

Rae smiled at the difference in the care he took. It hit her then, she’d read about that in one of her favorite MC romances, Virus respected his cut.

All thoughts fled when he grabbed her ass and slid her back against him, grinding their bodies together. The seam of the denim hitting her just right. He bent down and bit her breast, and a rush of desire flooded her entire being.

“How long do we have to date before we can fuck again?” Virus chuckled at her question. How the tables have turned.

“That was your idea, babe. I was all about going all in. It was you who wanted to date.”

He licked from one breast to the other before dragging his tongue up across her collarbone and all the way to her ear. After licking the shell, he nipped the lobe before uttering a harsh whisper.

“As much as I wanna fuck you right here, the ground is unstable. So, I’m gonna need you to stand up.”

He bit down on her lobe hard, while patting her ass.

“No,” she protested. She was burning for him. She’d be damned if she’d let him stop. “Please, Virus.”

He released her ear and slid her off his lap enough to break contact.

“Up,” he ordered.

She complied but pouted. Staring into his eyes, glittering in the moonlight, she cupped her own breasts, tweaking the nipples. He may tell her no because of her stupid ideas of dating, but she would not make it easy on him.

Moaning for effect, she held his gaze. Smiling internally as he stared at her hands with undivided attention.

He threw his leg over the bike and started toeing off his boots. When he reached for the button on his pants, he looked up at her. “Pants off, now.”

“But I thought—” He stood and was already shoving his jeans down his thighs.

“Stop thinking and get naked.”

“But you said no?—”

He stood before her naked, dick in hand, slowly stroking.

“The fuck I did.” He grabbed his shirt and turned back to see she was complying and smiled that wicked grin of his that turned her knees to ramen noodles.

Virus walked back into her personal space when she was naked. Wrapping the arm with his shirt around her waist, she followed the silent command to wrap her legs around him. When she did, he strode them over to the tree closest to the water. One they knew well.

Her heart melted when he placed the shirt behind her back before pushing her up against the tree with his body. Even with the lust that was riding him, he’d thought of her comfort.

Virus kissed her soundly before dropping his mouth to her shoulder. The heat of his mouth was rivaled only by the heat of his cock that was lodged between her thighs. With each thrust of his hips, it slid between her lips and dragged against her clit on his retreat.

“Put me inside you, Sunny. Welcome me home.” It was more of a plea than an order. The need in his voice was too much. Rae couldn’t have denied him even if she wanted to. To be clear, she most certainly didn’t want to.

Reaching between them, she angled his cock so on the next thrust he slid home. Rae had heard some people refer to sex as if it were a religious experience. Harmon certainly did. Personally, she never understood it, until right that second.

“I love you, Virus.” At her words, he pounded into her harder and faster until his name flew from her lips and echoed off the water.

He grasped her chin and kissed her harshly. A tooth-clashing, tongue-tangling kiss that dragged her orgasm out.

Virus ripped his mouth from hers and his grip on her chin increased. Without slowing his thrusts, he ordered in a guttural voice. “Say it again.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Each syllable punctuated by his thrusts.

When he came, he didn’t roar words of love. Instead, it was a single syllable growled into the night. One four-letter word that held their entire future.

“Mine.”

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