Page 115 of X My Heart

Hunter

“Hunter?” she asks, knocking on the garage door. “Can we talk?”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” I ask, gazing up from the bikes me and Mac are putting together from the scrap I’ve accumulated from all the riders during the last season.

“I didn’t feel like it,” she says, closing the garage door, before leaning against the workbench.

“Didn’t the doctor say you needed to take it easy?” I place my hands on the wood. Guns N’ Roses echoes through the garage.

She rolls her eyes, walking over to me. I turn my back to her. “I want you,” she says, hugging me from behind.

“Sky, please,” I sigh, while her hands move from my chest to my belt. She slowly traces the line of my zipper with her fingers, and I’m getting hard already. Her lips ghost over the side of my neck, and she bites my earlobe. “Man,” I growl.

She chuckles, still standing behind me, teasing me and opening the zipper of my black jeans. I push against her hand. “Fuck.”

“That’s the plan.” She giggles. Grinning, I turn around, and in one swift movement I box her between the workbench and my body. With my legs on either side of her slim frame, I hold her captive. When I lift her up by her legs and step between them, Sky’s sweet little intake of breath goes right through me. Right to my heart.

Sky

I push my stomach forward, and his erection presses against my belly button. He takes my cheeks between his rough hands and kisses me, first on the corners of my mouth. He traces the line of my lips with his finger, opening my mouth farther until he slides his thumb in. Closing his eyes as I suck on him. I moan, and his hard shaft skims my thigh. His eyes fly open, and they travel to my exposed stomach.

I let his thumb go and he curls his hand around the side of my throat. “Damn it, Shorty.” His fingers slowly trail along the line of my jaw. A lopsided smile is still plastered on his face. His gaze locks on me, and I tilt my head to the side, wetting my lips.

“Why are you taking it slow?” I ask, moving against him, wanting to experience the friction.

“I need to savor this moment,” he says against my open mouth, before reaching out and locking the garage door. Getting on his knees in front of me, he lets his fingers move up my bare legs under my skirt, tracing the inside of my thighs, not going near the place I want him to.

My hands glide through his hair. “Can you move your hands farther toward the middle?” I rasp as he traces the line of my damp panties with his calloused fingers.

“No.” He laughs, his eyes rolling up to meet mine.

“Please,” I groan, swirling my hips at the same moment as he presses his nose against my underwear. His tongue darts out, pushing against the wet lace, and I shiver.

Letting out a low growl, he sits back on his heels, eyeing me. “Not yet, although I do like the way you’re already wet for me,” he purrs, waggling his eyebrows.

I tug on his hair harder than I intended, which brings a big smile to his face. Staring at my mouth, he stands, and towers over me. He pushes me against the counter with his body. Leaning his head against mine, he picks me up and places me on the steel workbench, the cold surface under my butt making me gasp. Expert hands move under my skirt, caressing the top of my ass.

“You are a tease, Mister Cole,” I joke, trying to fill my lungs with air although they burn.

He chuckles in response, his lips skimming over my neck and down to my breasts, his stubble leaving a tickling sensation of want where his mouth used to be. I lie back on the bench, opening my legs for him. He skims his nose over my drenched panties again and I tremble, my clit already throbbing. He lifts up my skirt and tugs my panties down to my knees. Pressing the metal ball against the place where I ache for his tongue, I whimper, and my head falls back. He laps at my folds in circular motions, rubbing my oversensitive clit while my fingers clutch the long strands of his hair. I scoot forward and grind myself against his mouth. His stubble burns my thighs and only adds to the overwhelming sensation. “I can’t get enough of your taste,” he drawls. “Fuck, I love your pussy.”

“Hunter,” I plead, I need to come. I’m already out of breath and squirm as he starts running his piercing over my clit, over and over until I’m a withering mess. The orgasm tears through me, and I moan, and thrash against his face loving the way his stubble scrapes my inner thighs. He grins, kissing his way back up my body.

“Hunt,” I whisper, nibbling below his jaw, following the lines of his neck tattoos with my fingers. Grabbing my face between his big hands, he kisses me hard. His mouth slams into mine, our tangled tongues moving together as we kiss and tease. He tastes so sweet on my lips, his stubble leaving my skin sore and hot at the same time. Cupping my breasts, he plays with my nipples, rolling the hard peeks between his fingers. Wrapping my legs more firmly around his ass, I tug him into me. I tremble as he pulls my arms around his neck and my legs more firmly around his hips.

We are at eye level now, and the cocky lopsided grin I love has my heart rate picking up. Gently, he pulls me closer, his right hand moving under my skirt as his other slips behind my head, holding me in place. I try to move but he shakes his head. Then his fingers trace the top of my pussy. I squirm, pushing myself against his palm.

Moving his fingers to the middle, he groans as he makes contact with my clit. Locking his heat filled eyes on me only builds my tension. Slowly he moves his thumb up, and I beg and plead. He’s teasing me, not sliding in deep like I want. When I try to sink myself against his finger, he smiles.

“You’re evil,” I shudder, as he traces the line of my slit again.

“Am I now?” He grunts in my ear. I want him so bad my pussy is begging to be filled, and he kisses my temple in response. “I love how wet I can make you. Means I’m doing something right.”

His hand tightens around my neck. Pressing my thighs against each other, I hold his hand hostage between my legs. Smiling against my mouth, he plunges two fingers in. I gasp, my back arching, my stomach making contact with his. “Fuck,” I mewl.

“I think you need to lose those sweet panties of yours,” he says, ripping the fabric from my legs. He reaches behind me and in one swift movement, sweeps all the stuff on the ground. Bolts and nuts fly everywhere. Slowly he pulls my shirt up, over my head and locks my wrists behind my back. He turns the fabric of my shirt so my hands are bound, and I can’t move.

Using his free hand he unclasps the front of my bra, exposing my breasts. The tips instantly harden and judging by his growl, he notices it too. His fingers tickle across my collarbone, and then his wet mouth encircles my left nipple, sucking hard, and I almost come right then and there.

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