Page 123 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

“Why are you up?” I ask her.

Now it’s her turn to shrug. “Same reason, I guess. I keep thinking about what happened earlier. All the things we don’t know.”

It’s funny how similar we are. When we first met I would have lashed out at anyone who suggested there was anything similar about us at all, but the proof of it is there in her answer.

“It’s the same for me,” I admit. “I kept lying there trying to make my brain stop going over all the things that are still up in the air, but it wasn’t working. So I gave up and came down here.”

She watches me for a bit and then pushes off from the shelf, coming a little closer. “Do you want a distraction?”

I raise an eyebrow at her, looking her over in her oversized shirt and little shorts that she must have gone to bed in. “Yes.”

River smirks, and there’s already heat in it. Her dark blue eyes seem even darker in the low light in the library, but it makes everything else about her seem softer, like it’s dulling her edges.

They’re still there, though, and that just makes her even more enticing.

She holds my gaze and then lets her hands slide down her body slowly. Her fingers caress her curves until they find the hem of her baggy shirt. Even with that covering up most of her, she’s still hot as fuck, and when she pulls the shirt over her head, I can see she’s not wearing a bra.

Her nipples are already peaked, and my dick twitches at the sight. “That’s a good fucking distraction,” I murmur roughly. “Keep going.”

She does, smoothing her hands over her skin this time. There’s no music, but she grinds to a beat in her head anyway, shaking her hips a bit as she turns in a slow circle. When she has her back toward me, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and starts sliding those down her legs, showing off the black panties she’s wearing.

They’re lacy around the edges and slung low enough on her hips that I can see the top of her ass as she bends over to take the shorts all the way off.

I put the book to the side, closing it and setting it on the little table next to my chair. Giving River my full attention.

Her little striptease isn’t as finessed as the dancers who work at our club, but it’s a thousand times sexier.

Still dancing to that beat only she can hear, she turns back around. Her body is toned and fucking gorgeous, and she cups her tits in her hands, pressing them together as she shakes her hips.

My hands itch to touch her, and my dick is half hard in my sweatpants, probably already noticeable if she looks. But I don’t even care. Why shouldn’t she see what she’s doing to me?

I want her to know how fucking sexy I think she is, stripping for me in the library at ass o’clock at night, just because she wants to take my mind off things.

Her panties are the last things she has on, and she takes her time with them. She reaches back and grabs her own ass, squeezing it before letting go and doing another slow spin so I get the full effect.

Her hands tease over the lacy waistband, and she smirks at me, licking her lips slowly. Inch by inch she drags her panties down, revealing more and more skin.

I can see the neatly trimmed patch of hair that covers her pussy, and when she turns to the side, I get a great view of the swell of her ass.

Finally, the panties come all the way off, and it’s a struggle not to reach out and grab her, hauling her in so I can touch her like I want to.

But I keep my hands to myself for the moment, letting her finish.

She makes a show of kicking the panties off to the side, and they land on a bookshelf, draped over the edge.

Still swaying her hips slightly, she walks over to me and deposits herself in my lap with a grin. She’s completely naked, and I can feel the heat of her skin through my clothes.

Now that she’s close, I give in and touch her as much as I want. I run my hands down her back to her ass, and grip it, harder than she did when she was touching herself, until she gasps and squirms in my lap.

I grin at her and then drag her down into a hot, hard kiss.

There’s no struggle, and no walls up between us right now. River kisses me back, her hands planted on my chest. She melts into the kisses, grinding forward against my lap, making my cock go from half hard to almost completely erect in a matter of seconds.

It shouldn’t be fair for her to be this fucking alluring, this fucking hard to resist, but I can’t complain. Not when she smells good and feels good and is almost boneless against me while we make out.

I drag my mouth from hers down her neck, leaving biting kisses along the way.

It’s so fucking easy to lose myself in this. To focus only on River and her taste against my tongue. I bite her neck, and she shivers against me, arching up like she’s begging for more with her body.

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