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My breathing stuttered as his fingers sped up. His tongue lapped at my clit, circling the bud before licking roughly.
“Come for me, baby girl. Let me hear you scream.”
One more suck on my clit as his fingers rammed inside me and my orgasm hit. I screamed out his name, arching off the bed. My body locked up tense in a moment that felt as though it would never end, before finally releasing me from its hold. I crashed back onto the mattress, Banshee at my side, where he whispered, “Fucking beautiful.”
Chapter Fourteen
Banshee
There was no doubt about it; I was a fucking fool. For seven years I could have had this woman. This body. This perfect pussy. But I’d said no because I was scared. Scared of what she made me feel. Afraid she would own my soul.
Except she already had, from the moment I first saw her.
What I’d felt that first day, watching her confidence as she left the clubhouse, her give-no-fucks attitude toward her brother, who I knew was an asshole, was nothing compared to what I was feeling now.
Seeing the way her body responded to my touch. The way she moaned with my tongue in her pussy. The way she gave up control and let me pleasure her body. Seeing the way her face lit up when she came. The complete satisfaction she experienced at my hands made me feel ten fucking feet tall.
I lay beside her, my fingers trailing lightly over her skin. The sound of her breathing, slow and even, told me she was awake but fully relaxed.
“Baby girl,” I whispered.
She let out a sigh, and said, “Please don’t spoil this.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
Her eyes opened, and she turned her head. “You really want to stop and talk?” Her gaze flickered down to the bulge in my pants. No, I didn’t want to fucking talk.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
“You don’t carry one around in your wallet?” she scoffed.
“Not all bikers are whores, baby girl.”
“Please don’t call me that.”
I leaned over her, my face inches from hers. “Baby girl, I just had my tongue in your pussy. I can still fucking taste you on my lips. I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want.”
She rolled over, attempting to get off the bed, and I pulled her back.
“Fucking talk to me.”
“Someone was here the other night. It’s why I came back inside.”
I shot up from the bed and glared at her. “Who the fuck was here?”
“I can’t tell you. I made a promise.”
I climbed out of bed and grabbed the doorknob. “Diesel, let’s go.” The dog, who had sat outside the door while my face was buried in his mom’s cunt, jumped up and trotted behind me down the hall.
“Banshee, wait.”
I ignored her. Not wanting to look back and see her naked body. I needed to look around outside. See what clues I could find.
“Elijah, please.” Her hand touched my back just as I reached the front door. She had this power over me. One word, one touch, and I was done. I’d do whatever she asked.
I turned around and leaned against the door. Aspen stood behind me, a sheet wrapped around her body.
“Tell me who it was.”
