Page 7 of Lockout

Where was he taking me? He certainly wasn’t speaking to tell me what was going on. He was supposed to get angry at me and leave, not haul me off to…my bedroom. I pushed on his back so I could look around to see where we were.

Yelping as the world tumbled again, I fell back onto my bed. I glared up at him, ready to yell at him if he started trying to packmy bags for me. I wasn’t going back to his clubhouse. And wasn’t that just like him? To haul me back there like a neanderthal that thought I needed his protection. Fine. I did, but we weren’t going to talk about that. Because it wasn’thisjob to protect me.

All thoughts, and ability to speak or reason, fled when his huge body covered mine on the bed.What the…

My brain attempted to fire synapses to figure out what he was doing, but even that died as his mouth landed on mine. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. Nope. He was still pissed at me, which was evident in the harsh nip of his teeth when my lips didn’t part quickly enough for him.

My mouth opened without my permission and granted him access. The moan that forced its way from my chest wasn’t under my choice either. I didn’t seem to be in control of anything at the moment because my hands were in his hair, tugging him closer as our tongues brushed together.

I should push him away. Set some boundaries. Do something… My hands released his hair and slid up under his t-shirt. A shiver of delight raced over my skin as my palms ran over hard muscle and smooth skin. Good Lord he was sexy. My hand skated over his rock hard abs and I may have swooned a little. Who knew women even did that anymore? But here I was losing my cool over the gorgeous biker on top of me.

His hand grasped my jaw, forcing my head to the angle he preferred as he deepened the kiss. He was rough, and forceful, and apparently I liked that.

My pussy clenched, clit fluttering with desire, as he manhandled me. I was so lost in his drugging kisses, I failed to pay attention to where his other hand was.

My gasp was lost in his mouth when he flicked the button of my jeans open and shoved his hand down my pants. There was no warning as two of his strong fingers thrust into my body. Igasped again, trying to force my hips to hold still as he started to move them rhythmically in and out.

I was soaking wet. All he’d done was kiss me and I was already willing and ready. There’d be time later to be embarrassed about the fact that he’d realized how wet I was. He might even realize that our arguing had been what aroused me first. My body seemed to take fighting with him as foreplay.

This wasn’t right. We should stop. My inner sense of what was right and wrong was trying to find a voice and tell me to stand up for myself. I just couldn’t seem to find a single fuck to give about any of that. My body wanted what Lock was giving it, and for now, my mind was willing to let my body have its way.

I arched into his touch, my eyes falling closed as he brushed his thumb over my clit. His mouth was latched onto the side of my neck now, and every sensation was building together too quickly to fight. I wasn’t going to make it. I wasn’t going to be able to hold back the climax that was barreling toward me.

His hand came down onto my hip as I started to move, and held my body still. It was clear that he was taking charge of this encounter. My hands gripped onto the back of his cut, fingers digging in hard enough to feel the muscles shifting and moving in his back as he thrust into my pussy.

The orgasm slammed into me, harder than anything I’d ever experienced, and the only thing I could do was let out a loud keening sound that he muffled by smashing our lips together. I shook underneath his body, unable to move away as he kept stroking my inner walls with his fingers.

The kiss turned slow and deep. It was the opposite of our frenzied encounter and I was melting into him as my orgasm began to wane. I’d never had anything like that happen to me before. Not once. My legs were like Jell-O, the muscles all loose and boneless. I wasn’t sure they’d ever be the same.

It seemed like I was having some kind of out of body experience, because my body wasn’t doing what my mind was telling it to. My legs shifted as Lockout removed his hand. I blinked up at him in shock as he shoved his fingers into his mouth.

His groan of appreciation rumbled around the room. “Fuck you taste good.”

What was I supposed to say to that? Thank you? No. That was stupid. Before I could think of what an appropriate response was to a man enjoying the taste of my pussy, he’d eased his hand under my jeans again. My body twitched as his fingers rubbed over my clit, but he kept going. He slid them against my core, wetting them once more. My mouth dropped open. What was he doing?

I found out a minute later when he pressed them into my own mouth. Sputtering, I tried to spit his pussy-soaked fingers out, but he grabbed my hair with his free hand and held me still.

“Suck them clean, Keely,” he demanded.

My eyes widened, but I did what he asked because... Who the fuck knew? I was in a tailspin here. This kind of thing had only happened in my dreams. In fact, I reached up and pinched the outside of my thigh. Ow. Nope, definitely awake.

Swirling my tongue over his fingers, I held his gaze. His hazel eyes were a bit darker now, a deeper kind of green as he stared down at me. I swallowed.

“Good girl.”

I shouldn’t be surprised that he was so controlling in bed. He was outside of it after all. That was what made him such a good leader for a group of wild and dangerous men. But that meant I was getting the brunt of his controlling ways. My body didn’t seem to mind at all.

He straddled the outsides of my thighs as he stuck his face in mine, his eyes flashing with warning. “We’re done doing what you want to do.”

I was speechless, not that I could say anything with his fingers still in my mouth.

“Your way got you on the LoS’s radar,” he continued.

His deep voice and demanding words made my pussy clench hard. I was a little disappointed, and aggravated, that my body was empty. I needed to be filled up, stretched out. God, it’d been so long since someone had gotten me off, and now I was even more obsessed with him. That wasn’t a good thing since he was already always on my mind.

“Do you understand me, Baby?”

My mind was scrambling to catch up. We’d gone from fighting, to not seeing each other for months, back to fighting, to kissing, and now…

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