Page 5 of Tusk's Fury

He’s not wrong about that. My black leather miniskirt and sleek satin camisole are the perfect combination of wicked and sweet.

I open the clasp, lay the bracelet on the table, and put my wrist down on top. I watch as Tusk’s big hands carefully bring the two pieces together and close the clasp tight. I lift my wrist and test it to make sure it’s not going to pop open on me.

Once I’m convinced it’s secure, I tell him, “Ready when you are, handsome.”

He really is a looker, this man of mine. He’s got shaggy brown hair that he’s growing out, a scruffy beard, and brown eyes that sparkle with excitement.

We go back into the clubhouse and join in the revelry. I take a big piece of cake, intentionally cutting the piece out of the middle with his name on it. It’s written in the shaky hand of one of the old ladies, but I don’t care.

Tusk and I hold the piece of cake up in front of us, and several people snap pictures and send them to us. I like making special memory moments like this, I want to be able to look back on all my good times when I’m old and gray. I don’t have many good memories from my time before I ended up in Las Salinas, so I want to make up for those years of misery.

We party into the night. At some point, Tusk hefts me up onto a table to dance for him. And dance I do.

I give him a seductive dance, removing my camisole and then my skirt. He loves watching me shimmy around, wearing only my extra sexy black bralette and panties. It’s all in good fun, and I don’t care who looks because they’re not seeing much anyway.

Eventually, Tusk pulls me off the table, throws me over his shoulder, and stalks out the front door with me.

We’re laughing and having so much fun that I don’t realize until we’re outside that he grabbed my purse and clothes. I slip them back on as Tusk exclaims, “I felt like I was getting a second gift with that dance, sweetheart.”

“Maybe I can give you an extra special one when we get to the hotel—one that doesn’t come with underclothes.”

Helping me onto his bike, he tells me, “Hell yes to that idea, sweetheart. Only a fool would say no to an offer like that.”

I love how open to new ideas Tusk is, not to mention how he makes me feel sexy and smart for suggesting something fun for his special night. Being with a man who truly cares about me is a new experience, and it’s everything I always hoped it would be.

But I hope he never finds out about my dark past, he’d lose all respect for me. Sometimes, I think about telling him all my secrets. I think he deserves to know, though each time I try to bring it up, I always chicken out.

Maybe some things are better left in the past where they belong…

Pushing those dark thoughts to the back of my mind, we ride down the interstate with my arms locked tightly around his muscular body. I remember when he first came. I wouldn’t say he didn’t have muscles, but he’s been working out with the brothers and is totally ripped now. I was attracted to him before he bulked up, and that’s never going to change because I like the man inside the body. Still, he gets a lot of attention from women because he’s built like a Greek god. I guess I’ll have to learn to deal with my jealousy a little better, especially now he’s a fully patched-in brother.

Riding on the back of Tusk’s motorcycle is becoming one of my favorite pastimes, especially when we ride down the coast. With an ocean breeze coming in from the left and all the nighttime scenery on the right, it’s just beautiful. Tusk says being on the open road is the closest thing to freedom he’s ever experienced, and I tend to agree with him.

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The hotel he picked out is luxurious. When we go up to our room, I drop my purse and fall back onto the bed. It’s seriously the most comfortable one I’ve ever laid on. Tusk pulls off his cut and the belt with his new knife on it, then walks over and strips off his clothes right in front of me.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I scramble off the bed and get on my knees for him. His fingers knot in my long blonde hair, and he takes control. This man of mine is a bit of a control freak in bed. It’s more than fine with me because I love it when a strong man takes charge.

“That’s my girl. Show me how much you like my touch.” His low, gravelly voice is a huge turn-on.

I take my time, teasing him and watching his reactions. I love to push him just enough to make him lose control. Eventually, though, he pulls me up without letting himself finish.

“Why did you make me stop?” I ask.

He reaches out to cup my pussy, sliding one finger back to tap my opening. “When I come, I want it to be when I’m deep inside your warm, tight body. My cock’s been dying to get in there all day. It’s his favorite place to be.”

A hot flush of pleasure radiates through me at his words. I’ve had men talk dirty to me before, but the way Tusk goes about it always hits perfectly. I nod. “Alright. My body was made for you. No one else—just you.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart. Now, I’m gonna sit back and enjoy the private show you promised me earlier today.”

I grab my phone and pick out a golden oldie,Private Dancerby Tina Turner. As soon as the music starts, I move to the beat. I love to dance, and Tusk loves to watch me dance—that’s why he put me on the table at the clubhouse earlier. Taking my time, I really get into it, gyrating my hips and lifting my arms over my head. Slowly, I pull my satin shirt over my head for the second time tonight, exposing my body to him. This time, I reach out, wrap it around his neck, and pull him in for a long, lingering kiss.

This is something I do for Tusk that I’ve never done for any other man.

When I step back and begin working my black leather skirt off, this man of mine is all eyes. I keep to the beat as I push it down my legs and kick it away. Standing there in my bra, panties, and high heels, I feel sexy and powerful. When he reaches for me, I twirl away, laughing. He just smiles at my playful antics.

My hands disappear behind my back as I unclasp my bra. Bringing my hands out to my shoulders, with an end in each hand, I tease it back and forth before tossing it to him. He catches it and, predictably, brings it to his face and inhales deeply. I roll my eyes because that’s so typical. Sometimes, he sniffs me just for fun.

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