Page 117 of Cold Hard Truth

“All sorts of things, huh? Like this?” I mumble around his thumb, closing my lips around it and sucking on it as he drags it out.

“Fuck, Lyla.” His hands once more find my hips, and he rocks me over him. “You’re a wet dream.”

I press my chest to his and circle my hips in his lap, kissing him slowly, sinking into the intensity that is our bodies colliding.

He kisses a path down to the center of my throat while his hands roam around my hips so he cangrip my ass. Resting his forehead over my breasts, he lets out a sigh, and I continue to ride him, even if we’re fully dressed.

Sage feels right. He feels safe. I trust him with my entire being, and I wish I’d accepted that sooner.

He was meant for me.

He isn’t scared of me for who my father is, and he doesn’t look down on me like so many of the bikers do. Sage accepts me for who I am, and he wants me for who I am. It’s mesmerizing.

“I haven’t been me without you.” He plants a kiss over my heart. “I didn’t know who I was anymore.”

Cupping his face in my hands, I lose myself in his stare. “I still see you for exactly who you are.”

“And who is that?”

“Someone good. Someone who cares no matter how much you try to hide it.” I tip my forehead to his. “Someone who would have fought for me if I’d given him the chance.”

“Are you going to give me the chance now?”

“Yes.”

Even if it scares me. Even if instinct begs me to run—to hide.

There’s no walking away from Sage this time.

“Good.”

The seams of resistance fray as he pulls me in for a kiss. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, and I rock over him.

After losing my virginity to Sage, I tried to be with other men and couldn’t. I assumed it was the trauma ormy trust issues. Or the fact that I’ve never been very good at letting people in.

But in Sage’s hands, I feel the truth in the pit of my bones. My body was made for him, and even if he’s handed out pieces, I’m the only one to get the parts of him he values. He’s as much mine as I’m his.

Sliding off his lap, I kneel between his legs and look up at him. He cups my jaw, running his thumb over my lower lip and watching my mouth part with my exhale.

I undo his pants and pull out his thick erection.

“Am I yours, Sage?” I lean forward and run my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting the excitement that leaks from the slit.

“You’re mine, Lyla.”

Circling his head, I smile through his groan as I torture him.

“There you go testing me with that fucking mouth again.” His fingers grip into my hair.

I suck the tip into my mouth and pull back, before giving him what he wants. “What are you going to do about it?”

The dark smirk that climbs his cheeks has blood rushing hot through me. Has me throbbing and needy.

“I’m going to shut you up with my cock.” He shoves my mouth down over him and tears spring to my eyes.

Gripping my hair, he controls the depth and movements. He pushes deeper than I can take him, giving me what he promises. Stealing my air and forcing me to choke. The beast comes out as he fucks my face andclaims me like he knows as well as I do that I’ve always belonged to him.

He holds me down on his cock, and I wrap my hand around the base, stroking what doesn’t fit, looking up into his eyes.

---