Page 8 of Lockout

His hand left my mouth and circled my throat. He scowled down at me as he held me in a way that might have seemed threatening, but it really just turned me on more. What the hell was wrong with me? It helped that he wasn’t squeezing. He was just making sure he had my full attention. Boy did he.

“Tell me that you understand, Keely.”

“I can’t-” Oof, there was the squeeze. Just enough to make my words stop, then he relaxed his fingers again. Why did my nipples harden as he did? Who would’ve known I’d like this?

“That’s not what I want to hear,” he growled.

My mouth was hanging open. This was something I never expected. What even was this? Was he claiming me? Was this just his way of shutting me up?

“Looks like your brain is working too hard again,” he said with a devilish smile. “Let me take care of that real quick, then we’ll finish this conversation.”

What does that mean?

I wasn’t about to ask out loud, because he still had his hand around my throat. When it slid down, I missed it, until it got to my breasts and was joined by the other. He shoved my shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. It was an old Duke t-shirt that I’d bought when I was going to school there. Not exactly expensive, sexy lingerie. He didn’t seem to care about that or the practical bra I had on underneath. I hadn’t dressed for sex. I hadn’t expected sex.

My neck arched as he yanked down one cup of the bra and squeezed my breast. He had huge hands. His skin was darker than mine, tanned from being in the sun. He was beautiful. The stubble on his chin gave him that rough look. Well, that and the fact that rough and dangerous was exactly what he was. I didn’t have any details on what his club actually did, but I knew enough to know people didn’t mess with them. And if they did, they disappeared. All my training as a lawyer taught me what questionsnotto ask.

His eyes were locked onto my body, and the look of complete and total focus sent a wave of lust rolling through me. It was a heady thing to have a man like him concentrating on you, and only you.

My nipples hardened at the cold air hitting them as he ripped my bra down to my waist. He reached out and rolled my nipple in between his fingers. A shiver of pure desire shot down to my clit and I felt like my body was a live wire. I jerked when his mouth closed over the hardened bud and his other hand continued to squeeze.

I wasn’t sure which to pay more attention to, the mouth that was licking and sucking on my nipple, or the fingers squeezing my breast and tugging on it. I couldn’t keep up with all the sensations. My legs were moving restlessly, because he had the rest of me pinned down. I was trying to clench my thighstogether, hoping the pressure would ease the aching between them.

The man didn’t just kiss a breast, he gave it total attention. As if there was nothing else in his head except my nipple, the feel of my skin, and the soft moans coming from me. When he switched to the other one, he bit down lightly before licking and sucking at it. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. The pleasure of that one small bite of pain made my pussy clench, hard. I wasn’t sure I could survive Lockout’s complete and total attention. He seemed hellbent on driving me insane.

“Stop,” I panted.

He lifted his head, staring at me like I imagined a lion would stare down a helpless gazelle. His fingers were still plucking at my nipples and I shuddered as pleasure rolled through me. My eyes closed as he leaned in and scraped his teeth over that same spot on my neck. When he started sucking there, I knew he was going to leave a mark. I didn’t care enough to stop him. Every movement of his mouth, of his fingers, was sending sparks flying down to my core. I was so overstimulated that I wanted to scream at him to make me come. But there was something else I needed to know more.

“Why?” I managed to croak out.

He stopped moving, still as a statue with his lips still brushing the skin on my neck.

It was torture. I shifted beneath him, needing him to move. When he did, we locked eyes and he seemed to be searching for something before he finally asked, “Is that really what you want right now? To stop? To talk?”

Oh, God. No. I don’t want him to stop.

“Yes,” I managed to answer instead.

My body was screaming at me to shut up, but I wasn’t sure I could do this with him, only to have him toss me aside later. I knew how these guys could be. If they didn’t claim you as theirold lady, they’d use you for some fun and then drop you. Not that I necessarily thought he was going to do that to me, but it would break my heart if he did. These were really good guys, but they decided when and who they settled down with.

You couldn’t force them to love you. And I wasn’t sure I could do this with an expiration date on us. Because I was being forced to admit something I’d known for a while now. I was falling in love with Lockout.

CHAPTER 5

Lockout

What the fuck was I doing? Growling, more pissed with myself than with her having the common sense to put the brakes on, I shoved off the bed. I raked a hand through my hair as she sat up and straightened her clothes.

Right. That was what I was doing. Her tits were fucking perfect, just like I knew they’d be. Didn’t seem to matter that I’d had a long talk with myself on the way over about keeping things straight between me and Keely. She needed help and I had a softness for the woman, so I was helping. Nothing more.

Until she’d jammed her finger into my chest one too many times. Then my temper had snapped. I wasn’t sure if the guys would still consider me losing my temper and fucking the damn woman going full lockout, as they liked to call it. But she seemed to get under my skin faster than damn near anyone.

Blowing out a breath, I stalked over to her closet and grabbed a suitcase out of the back. Opening it up, I started tossing shitfrom her dresser inside. I paused when I grabbed a handful of lacy thongs. This woman was going to be the death of me.

“What are you doing? Lock! Stop it,” she said, coming to my side and grabbing the panties.

We were playing tug-o-war with her girly shit. Sexy girly shit. My dick was still rock hard and this wasn’t going to help it go down. “Packing.”

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