Page 48 of Iron Fist

I don’t give her a chance to argue. We’re at my bike, now, so I climb on and nod toward the seat behind me. She purses her lips but gets on behind me.

21

RORY

Rogue is pissed at me for leaving.

The whole way back to the clubhouse on his bike, he doesn’t say a word. With my arms around him, I can feel the tension in his muscles, and despite his anger at me. His body is so close that I can’t help but think about the way he touched me —devouredme — in his bed. I suppress a shiver of desire and try to focus.

Back at the compound, two different Lords wave us through the gate. We go straight to Rogue’s place. Inside, I expect him to chew me out. Instead, his mouth is on mine as soon as the door is closed.

“I was worried about you,” he growls against my lips.

I open my mouth to reply and he covers it with his. Rogue tastes like magic, his anger spicy on his lips. My back bangs against his door. Our kisses get deeper, more frantic. His face presses against my bruised one, and I wince in pain. He freezes, starts to pull away.

“Don’t stop,” I beg.

With a growl, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. I press against him, the throb between my legs making me desperate. He slips his hand into my jeans, fingers beneath my panties, and lets out an animal growl when he feels how wet I am.

“Need this. Missed this,” he grunts. My heart soars.

“I missed it too,” I gasp, and my gasp turns into a moan when he slicks a wet finger over my clit. I buck against his hand, astonished that I’m already so close. “How do you do that?” I pant.

“Muscle memory.” He strokes me again. I buck harder, clamping my mouth onto his. It’s the deepest kiss I’ve ever known, the two of us breathing together, moving together, and when I shatter he swallows my moan and holds me against him. I cling to him and wonder if I’ll ever have the strength to walk away from him a second time.

Coming against his hand isn’t enough. “I need you inside me,” I croak. “Please.” Then I’m fumbling with his belt, his zipper, and he’s fumbling with mine, and soon our jeans are on the floor and the glorious heat of him is in my hand. I stroke a few times and, then he’s lifting me up against the door and entering me in one long, deep thrust. He takes me like that, hard and fast, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Couldn’t wait to have you,” he breathes against my neck. “Needed to be inside your sweet pussy.”

Oh, god.The way he says those words, all husky and dark… This is new. Brody didn’t talk dirty to me when we were eighteen. But now, he says all sorts of filthy things to me, and oh, mylordI am here for it. He notices the effect it’s having on me, and lets out a low, wicked laugh that sends electricity shooting straight to my core.

“Brody…” I moan. “Yes, god yes… I’m so close…”

His voice grows urgent. “Come for me, baby,” he urges. “Give me your hot, wet pussy. Come around my cock.”

I let out a whimper that turns into a shout. My whole body tenses, and then releases in an orgasm that rocks my whole body. I cry out his name as I come —Brody— and seconds later he groans into my shoulder and lets go. I feel every pulse as he empties himself deep inside me.

He lowers us to the floor, me still straddling him, as we come back to earth, gasping.

“Don’t leave again without telling me where you’re going,” he rasps against my throat. “Was fuckin’ worried.”

My heart does a little flip-flop. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to stay out of the way.”

Brody lifts his head to capture my gaze. “You weren’t in the way. I told you to stay put. You need to listen to me when I’m trying to protect y—”

But the rest of his words die in his throat. Brody’s eyes have dropped to my neck. His face stills.

Puzzled, I look down.

And I realize that the rings on my chain are no longer tucked inside my shirt.

“What are you doing?” he asks tonelessly.

“I’m not doing anything,” I stammer. My face grows hot. “I just… wear them, is all.”

“You weren’t wearing them before.”

“No,” I say in a small voice. “I took the necklace off for the barbecue.”

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