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Yank.

Tug.

There wasn’t anything graceful or smooth about it, especially considering she had boots on, but with persistence and tenacity, he got her shorts off. Her panties went with them.

Bottomless, on the trunk of her car, in the parking lot of the Broken Spoke with Jacob, member of Odin’s Fury Montana, was both a fantasy and a bad idea. Sparrow chose, at that moment, to focus on the fantasy. Too late to turn back now.

The chill of the moonless night struck her, and she shivered while he stood staring at her with hunger on his face and in his eyes. She watched as he undid his belt and jeans painfully slow. The excitement of seeing him, of being with him, pulsed through her. The anticipation of it had her unable to move from the spot. Never had she thought it’d happen. Hell, she didn’t think she’d see him again, let alone this.

His nostrils flared and another feral growl came from him as he leaned over her and her heart stopped. She squeaked at the feel of his hands cupping her ass just as he yanked her down closer to the edge of the trunk. They were wide with stubby tattooed fingers and possessed a heat that burned away her morals.

“Jesus, you’re a beautiful fucking woman,” he whispered in her ear as he leaned over her and reached into her hair, tugging the tie out. “I want to taste every one of these freckles,” he murmured before he kissed softly along her cheek, over the bridge of her nose, and then the other cheek. “But I have to do something else first,” he whispered into the other ear before he nipped and grazed his teeth along her lobe.

Her body was on fire. She felt like an exposed nerve, a taut guitar string. If he strummed her the right way, she would surely explode. No man should be this good.

With his hands on her thighs, he pushed them open, and before she could react, he buried his face in her pussy. The first stroke of his warm tongue along her slit sent rockets of pleasure shooting through her body.

With her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widened and she stared straight up into the black night sky. Her mouth open, every muscle in her body tightened while his tongue explored her. The swirl of his tongue matched the swirl of attraction, affection, need, and fascination she had for Jacob.

His kiss stole her self-control and decency. His touch robbed her of her morals. This, his tongue, holy fucking hell, his tongue just ripped any sort of dignity she had left. She couldn’t focus on anything but the feelings he evoked. The truth was, she didn’t care. Everything about this, about him, about his mouth on her, his hands on her, his body against hers felt right. So, she laid back on the cold steel of her car and enjoyed his hot mouth on her as he brought her writhing to the brink of pleasure.

When his tongue flattened, lapping at her, she whimpered, wanting more, needing more to push her over the edge. As he swirled his tongue around her clit and her body twitched, teasing her with bursts of pre-orgasmic shocks. He slid two of his fingers deep inside and she sucked in the deepest of breaths on the verge of her release. Just that much more. All she needed was a bit more. Almost there.

He stopped.

What.

The.

Fuck.

“What? Why?” she rasped as she peered down at him between her own legs. Couldn’t he tell where he’d gotten her? Her need was obvious.

With an evil grin, he stood his full height and fisted his erection. “Need to feel you,” he said in a voice so savage, her body could have melted on her car.

His free hand slipped under his cut, and from the inside pocket he pulled out a condom. Using his teeth, he ripped the package. Quick fingers rolled it down the length of his erection before he took hold of her hips. She squeaked again at the feel of his hot hands robbing her of any other thoughts but her lust for him.

When he tugged her against him, he pressed the large swollen tip of his cock against her opening. “You want me?” he teased.

“Jesus God. Yes.” She nodded, unashamed of her desperation. “Do it.”

She thanked all that was holy he didn’t wait. He thrust forward and filled her aching sex. The force of his entrance stole her breath and left her quivering. The smell of her own need tickled her nostrils just before his mouth crashed against hers again.

He overwhelmed every one of her senses. The feel of his cock stuffed deep inside her, the sound of his heavy breaths through his nose, the taste of his lips and tongue against her own, and the smell of him, it was all she could experience. And she was drunk on him more than she’d ever been on any tequila she’d ever drunk.

As he claimed her lips again, his hips moved. In and out he drove his cock, hard and fast. This wasn’t gentle lovemaking. This was greedy punishing fucking, and she wanted more of it. She needed it—craved it.

This raw, impulsive, unashamed fucking in a parking lot felt perfect. They met in a place they weren’t supposed to be. They represented two different clubs—they weren’t supposed to be. And now this, this dirty fucking wasn’t supposed to be.

He grunted into her mouth as he pumped hard and fast, holding nothing back. All of her own sounds were swallowed by his hard, controlling kiss. One of his hands held the back of her head. His fingers splayed into her hair until he curled them, tightening into a fist, tugging, and it made it all that much hotter. He fucked her for all he was worth and it didn’t take long for her to come undone. Her orgasm shattered her.

Pulling away from his mouth, she shouted into his shoulder as her body tensed. She clung to him for dear life as she rode the wave of pleasure and he drilled harder into her. She’d never been so obliterated by an orgasm as she was that night.

Just when she didn’t think she could take anymore, he swelled further in her and yanked himself out. Gasping, she watched him fist his cock. The white spurts of his seed sprayed on the pavement. Grunting, he pumped his hand and his hips in jerky motions while ropes of cum shot forward from his dick. At the base, the broken condom ring rested in the nest of curls.

Chapter 23

Jacob

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