Page 6 of Taming Raptor

“I know I can.”

“Prove it,” she taunted on a breathy whisper.

With that softly worded dare, the self-control I’d exercised for years crumbled and the wall I’d erected shattered. I bit down on the exposed slope of her shoulder and reveled in the sexy little whimper she made. They were likely watching but I didn’t give two shits that my brothers were witnessing my downfall.

It seemed like I’d stayed away from her for-fucking-ever. It didn’t matter that all she had to do was breeze by me and I had an instant hard-on, I remained strong. I always held myself back—until today. And I hadn’t been lying to her—I didn’t share. Did I hate seeing her go off with one or more of my brothers each night, knowing they were going to fuck her? You’re goddamn right I did, but I kept my mouth shut. Truthfully, I did it out of self-preservation. Something about her scared the shit out of me.

It wasn’t only the eight-year age difference, because now it didn’t really matter. Ten years ago, when she was barely seventeen and I was twenty-five, I was ashamed of the things I wanted to do to her. I’d been fresh out of the Army, newly patched, and jaded as a motherfucker. I’d forced myself to stay away and marked her off-limits for her own good. Now I knew I was lying to myself—it was for my own good.

Cookie was no whore. I hated society’s need to label shit like that. It pissed me off that a man could fuck anything with a pulse and no one cared, but let a woman do the same and they wanted to label her a slut, easy, a whore, a tramp—it was all bullshit. There was nothing wrong with a woman who liked sex. So as far as I was concerned, she was free to ride anyone’s cock she wanted to, but I didn’t have to like it.

Except that was going to stop tonight.

Because I was finally going to give in to my baser urges and fuck the living hell out of her.

She relaxed and her head fell back giving me better access. I took immediate advantage. Using my teeth, I moved up the graceful column of her neck.

Then I lifted my head and stared her in the eye. My heart raced a hundred miles a minute and my lungs could barely keep up. It took a couple of deep breaths to get that shit under control.

“If we do this, I have stipulations.” I had to make sure she understood and agreed to what I needed.

“Of course, you do.”

“If I do anything you don’t like, I need to know,” I quietly explained, ignoring her smartass comment.

“You mean, like a safe word?”

“Exactly like that,” I clarified. The instant peaking of her nipples through the sexy shirt didn’t escape my notice.

“Giraffe. Anything else?”

“You fuck me when I want, where I want, and how I want. If you agree to that, I promise you that you will never be left unsatisfied.”

“I’ll reserve my answer until after you show me what you’ve got,” she loftily shot back. Her blue eyes flashed. “Words are cheap, Raptor.”

“I never make a promise I can’t keep.”

Without another word, I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her behind me to my room I used when I stayed at the clubhouse. I ignored the gaping mouths and bugged eyes of my brothers as we passed them.

I paused long enough to throw the door open and kick it shut.

“You like to play with fire,” I growled when I grabbed the front of her neck and pulled her body flush with my painfully hard cock and spoke against her lush lips. “The problem with playing with fire, is you eventually get burned.”

“Then torch me,” the little vixen dared.

No care for how her clothes were supposed to come off, I shoved the off-the shoulder shirt down to her waist, trapping her arms in it. The strapless bra went to the floor with a practiced flick of my fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I groaned as I cupped one of her firm, pert tits. It wasn’t like I hadn’t ever seen them, but this was different. Before she took over the hiring and firing of the dancers at Royal Heaven, she danced full-time. Now she only filled in when we were short-staffed or had a call-in, but I’d watched her lithe body undulate and work the pole enough times to know every inch of her body was that of a goddess.

When I fell to my knees to suck her rose-pink nipple into my mouth, I clutched the shirt in the back to keep her arms immobile. The thought of her at my mercy damn near had me blowing my load in my jeans—something I hadn’t done since I was a teenager.

She tasted like salt and sunshine from being outside enjoying the beautiful day before the rain hit.

With little mewling, needy sounds, she tried to get her arms free. I released her tit from my mouth and looked up at her. “No.”

One word and she knew exactly what I was saying, because she immediately stilled. Those bright blue eyes stared at me with lust burning in their depths. Now that she knew to stay still, I released my grip on the back of her shirt. Maintaining eye contact, I returned to my worship of her breasts. I cupped one and while I pinched the puckered tip, I carefully bit the other.

Her gasp and the ragged breaths she took, with the way she tried to push them closer told me she liked it. Releasing it from my teeth, I circled it with my tongue before I gently suckled it. Once I’d given them both equal attention, I moved on.

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