Page 30 of Unruly Defender
Henley throws the papers he was holding on the bed and starts to stalk back and forth as he listens to whatever Clemente is telling him.
“I have something I want to compare it with because I have a gut feeling.Yeah.The clubhouse.Okay.An hour, see you there.”He hangs up and grabs his head as he tips it back.
I’m almost afraid to breathe because the way he’s acting?My hunch about this being the thing that led to his mother ending up in the hospital is true.I mean, if Henley is reacting this way, it must be very bad.It pains me to see him like this.
I take a deep breath and repeat the question, “Are you okay?”
Henley slowly drops his hands and his gaze collides with mine.The torment raging through him is intense.
“No,” he growls and he’s standing before me with my next breath.
He takes my lips in a raw kiss and the way his tongue is swirling against mine makes me gladly submit to his dominance.
His mouth is ripped away and right next to my ear as he says on a hot breath, “I need to feel you wrapped around me.You’re the one thing keeping me grounded.The only good that entered my fucked-up life.Say yes, Gracelynn.”
How can I ever resist when the feelings he just shared with me could have been voiced by myself?
“Yes,” I gasp when he rolls his hips, allowing me to feel his hard length pressing against my belly.
A growl rumbles through his chest and he pulls slightly back to create space between us.He starts to tug at my jeans and it makes me reach out to do the same to him but it takes too much effort.
Frustration makes me snap, “You do yours, I do mine.Shit.You better have a condom.”
He reaches for his back pocket and holds out a foil package.
“Yes!”I breathe as I kick away my jeans and underwear while throwing my top over my head and onto the floor.
I’m left in just my bra while Henley is still dressed.Well, his zipper is down and his jeans are hanging onto his hips and he has his fingers wrapped around his huge, hard dick as he slowly slides up and down.He rips the foil package with his teeth and easily slides the condom on.
“Gosh, that’s sexy,” I whisper, mainly to myself.
There’s a rumble in his chest before he’s on me.My back is pressed to the wall behind me and my ass is in his hands as he lifts me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Sorry, darlin’,” Henley grunts.“First round is going to be hard and rough.”
As if I would file a complaint.“Just get inside me already because I’ve never felt this empty and wet and you’re the only one who can do something about it.”
He reaches between us and aligns his dick with my pussy, sliding it back and forth and coating himself with my juices.Sweet heaven, if he keeps this up, I will come without having him inside me.
He enters me with just the tip and if I thought he was big when I looked at it, it feels like a monstrosity now.He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his hot breath spreading over my skin and the grunts coming from his mouth is making sparks of electricity dance through my body.
This is not just sex, this is an intimate connection, a driven need to devour one another.I slide my arms underneath his leather cut and let my nails trail up and down his back.Even through the fabric of his shirt he loves the feel and it makes him slide fully inside me in one hard thrust.
I’m gasping for my next breath as Henley starts to pound inside me.By now I’m consumed by this man and can only fist the fabric of his shirt to hold on.The pleasure building inside my body is bound to explode any second.
His fingers are gripping my ass, his mouth is sucking my neck, and the way he switches up the angle of his thrusts so he grazes my clit is making me scream his name as my pussy starts to convulse around his dick.
The way he says my name on a hot breath as it flows over into a rough grunt is making my body shake with a bonus orgasm as tribute.Hot damn, I don’t think I’ve ever had such a raw connection with someone.Henley is struggling for his next breath and so am I.I can feel him soften inside me and when he slightly shifts, he slides out, making both of us groan.
“Way too fucking short,” Henley mutters.
And all my mind offers in reply is, “Most definitely not talking about his dick.”
The way Henley bursts out a laugh makes me aware I’ve said it out loud.He’s still chuckling when he strolls into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.I take this time to quickly put my clothes back on and I’m done the second Henley walks back into the room.
This after sex thing, papers scattered on the bed, Maggie in the hospital, Spencer, Rush, the whole shebang is making me question how to act or what to say but it seems Henley takes over when he stalks right up to me and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck to pull me close.
I expect the kiss to be raw and hard but he surprises me by giving me gentleness.Our lips are caught in a sensual dance and it makes me want to throw my clothes back on the floor.He pulls away too soon for my liking and gives me an intense stare as if he’s checking to see if I’m okay.
