Page 39 of Exile & Lula
Lifting her onto my hips, I moved toward the bed like a man on a mission.
LULA
Exile was effortlessly sexy. His sun-kissed skin accentuated the hard lines of his muscled body. The tattoos decorating his toned chest and arms were a mix of gray and color, telling a story of a man haunted by his past.
As he rested my body on the bed, I caressed his strong jaw before sinking my fingers into his thick hair. Exile’s whiskey-brown eyes watched me before he returned his lips to mine.
Leaning over me, he pressed his mouth to my throat and sucked tenderly. My moans filled the room. The ache between my legs grew hotter. Exile left wet kisses across my collarbone and shoulders, each one more desperate than the last. My nipples twisted into excited tips, eagerly awaiting his attention.
Exile’s hot mouth left me sighing and gripping his muscled shoulders even before he reached my breasts.
His tongue circled my right nipple. I arched my back, wanting more. Exile’s hands cupped my breasts as he bathed one nipple and then the other.
I moaned his name, nearly begging for relief. My body was on fire. I could barely catch my breath. This heat nearly burned through me before his fingers slid my panties down my hips. I wiggled free of the fabric, leaving me bare under him. I felt Exile’s thick cock against my thigh as he teased my nipples.
Reaching for his erection, I stroked him and imagined the way he would feel inside my body. Exile groaned and kissed me hard and deep. He claimed his cock from me, stroking the head between my wet folds.
Despite my sore feet, I pushed myself back on the bed and allowed him more room to climb over me. I felt myself smiling too widely. I couldn’t believe how excited I was. Never in my life had I gotten this hot for a man, but Exile was worth my desire.
His cock claimed me wonderfully slowly. Kissing me, Exile took his time, making me whimper and moan with every inch. My arms wrapped around his neck, wanting him pressed against me. His body heat infected me until I was on the verge of an orgasm.
Exile began to move inside my body. His touch was electric. I couldn’t get enough of him, caressing his face and chest before reaching behind him to enjoy his hard ass flexing with every thrust.
My orgasm stole my breath. The pleasure was nearly too much. I gasped, startled by how crazy hot this man made me.
I clung to him. My nails grazed his skin, exploring his tanned, tatted flesh. Exile moved with more vigor, making me sigh. I teased his nipples and reached upward to suck at his throat. Exile moaned my name, making that single word sound like the sexiest thing in the world.
Finding his orgasm, Exile thrusted faster and deeper. His pleasure was so raw and desperate. As his desire crashed into mine, I orgasmed again. I gripped him tighter, feeling panicked over losing him. I promised myself this thing between us was real and lasting. Those words were the only way I could force myself to loosen my hold on his body.
As I rested on the bed, catching my breath, I met Exile’s gaze. His feelings were laid bare, revealing the unguarded vulnerability of a man falling deeply, recklessly in love.
At that moment, I knew this man owned me, body and soul.
EXILE
Lula’s sweaty body clung to mine as we caught our breath on her king-sized bed. My fingers combed through her thick hair. Smiling at me, Lula kissed my chest and throat before finding my lips. My hand cupped her ass, bringing her closer and wishing we could forget the world outside this bedroom.
“I really am a biker groupie,” Lula murmured after adjusting the pillows so we could rest our heads. “I wanted a guy like my dad, so I’m always on the prowl for a tatted badass.”
“How many notches are on your groupie belt?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow.
“Two, but I’m still young.”
Chuckling at her bullshit, I admitted, “I’ve never had a single girlfriend. Not even in high school.”
“Were you a surly asshole back then?”
“Yeah, and I had a reputation because of my dad. I figured no sensible girl would want to hook up with me for real,” I muttered and exhaled hard. “But that might have been me wanting to keep people at a distance.”
“Dating is overrated,” Lula said as her index finger traced my lips. “I went on a few dates when Jarred and I took a break before getting married. And then, I tried again after the divorce. Men are boring.”
“I’m sorry,” I said and smirked.
Lula grinned. “My biggest problem has always been that the only cool men I know are either actual family or feel like family. Sure, someone like Rock Savo is attractive, but I knew him when he was a toddler. Maybe that’s why Jarred was never sexy to me.”
“Never?” I balked. “Why did you marry him?”
Lula snickered at my horror. “There’s more to a man’s worth than his good looks.”
