Chaos Bound (20 page)

“But you are the kind of woman I’m gonna fuck until she screams.” Unable to restrain himself any longer, he kicked her legs apart and ground his erection against her hips. “’Cause fuck me, babe, I have never been so damn jacked. You in there. Your fire. Your smarts. The fucking adrenaline pumping as you played that cop. It was all I could do not to push you over the counter and take you right in front of the whole damn bar.”

“You left me.” She bit out. “You left me in a parking lot, and I almost got arrested for something I didn’t do.”

“I fucked up, darlin’.” He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. “I fucked up bad. But you said you wanted me to drop you off, and at the time I thought it was a good idea. You need to get out of the state. I need to go back to Conundrum. We’re not seeing eye-to-eye on Viper meeting his maker. It wasn’t until that hooker was on her knees…”

Only a lifetime of sharp reflexes saved him from a world of pain when her knee jerked up, hitting his thigh instead of the family jewels.

“So that’s how you knew how much a hooker cost. And now you want to fuck me right after you’ve been with her? I am so done with you, Holt. I meant it when I said I was getting on that bus alone.”

He gritted his teeth, pulled himself up. “I left you once, and look what happened. You need me. That cop saw you in that beaver shirt. He knows what you look like. You’re on his radar now, and I’m sorry for it. But if you leave the state you’ll have the feds and Viper after you. I’m your only hope for keeping your name clear of this mess and keeping you safe. And now you showed me a side of you that makes it so I will not be leaving you again. You showed me your fire. Moth to a flame, darlin’. I’m sticking around even if I get burned.”

“Misogynistic, chauvinistic, patronizing,” she muttered. “That’s the side you showed me in there.”

“You insulted my manhood.” He pressed his hips against hers, his cock so damn hard it hurt. “A man’s gotta defend himself when the essence of his being is attacked.”

“Your cock is the essence of your being?” She glared, but her body arched against him, taut nipples brushing against his chest.

“It’s gonna be the essence of your being very soon if you don’t stop turning me on.”

She rocked her hips against him, grinding against his aching shaft. “You’re already turned on.”

“So are you.” He whispered kisses along her jaw. “You want me to do something about it?”

*   *   *

“Yes.” The word dropped from Naiya’s lips before she could catch it, and before she could even consider taking it back, Holt tugged open her jeans.

Naiya glanced quickly to the side to make sure they were alone, but there was nothing to see in the semi-darkness at the back of the building but trees, a few toppled garbage cans, and the hull of a burnt out car. The air was thick and moist, scented with pine and cedar and the faint odor of grease from the kitchen vent above them.

Holt slid his hand inside her panties, feeling his way over the soft down covering her mound, and then along her folds, slick and wet. A whimper escaped her lips. She hadn’t felt arousal like this since …

Shame flushed her cheeks at the memory. Viper had made her come. Before he took her to his office, he’d spiked her drink, sat her on his lap, and kissed her as the drug took effect. She remembered feeling semi-dazed, thrilled by his attention, lulled by the soft croon of his voice and the gentle stroke of his hands on her body, as he told her how pretty she was, how innocent, how he couldn’t resist her, how he wanted to make her feel good. It was only when she felt his hand under her skirt, fingers pushing aside her panties, that her mind shrieked a warning. But it was too late. Her body betrayed her under the touch of Viper’s skilled fingers. And after she’d come on his hand, Viper had laughed. Told her that her body clearly wanted what he intended to give her. That she was a slut. Just like her mother. And that was just the beginning.

She shuddered and Holt froze. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

Naiya bit her lip, considering. She’d never wanted a man like she wanted Holt and even that simple desire confused her. After the assault, she’d shut down, finally hitting rock bottom when her mother kicked her out, choosing the club over her. After Father Doyle saved her from pulling the trigger and damning her soul, he helped her relocate to Missoula, and she slowly began to heal. But sexual pleasure eluded her. She faked orgasms and gave blowjobs until she was tired of pretending. And then she met Maurice and he didn’t seem to mind having a relationship based solely on friendship and mutual respect, without the complications of intimacy.

“I’m not used to being on the receiving end.” She dropped her hand to his belt. “Maybe I should…”

Holt studied her, his head tilted to the side. She was beginning to hate that gesture because it usually meant he could see right through her, and there were things she didn’t want him to see.

“One day you’re gonna tell me what he did to you,” he said. “But only when you’re ready.”

Naiya dropped her hand, ready to go, but Holt didn’t step back. Instead he leaned forward and traced his tongue over her lower lip. Her mouth opened, but he didn’t press inside. Instead, he brushed kisses over her cheek, her jaw, and down her neck, cool on her heated skin.

“Shouldn’t we go?” She wasn’t used to a man changing tracks. The men she’d been with would let her take over when she froze up, and a few had walked away. But Holt wasn’t in any hurry to leave, and he was still in control.

“You in a rush, darlin’?” He nibbled her lip, sucking on it gently. Naiya moaned and only then did he move, slanting his mouth over hers to kiss her. His arms slid around her, pulling her into his chest, and he brushed kisses down to the sensitive spot between her neck and her shoulder. Easing the neck of her shirt aside to reveal her bare skin, he bit down gently, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

Hard yet gentle. Firm, but not brutal. Dominant but not forceful. It was exactly what she needed to let go. “No,” she whispered. “I kinda like it out here.”

He returned to her mouth, and this time she opened for him, tangled her tongue with his, trying to push him just a little bit further.

Holt reacted quickly, fisting her hair, holding her in place as his kiss turned savage, hungry. He ravaged her mouth, yet she had no doubt he would stop if she asked, that he would never hurt her.

For the first time since the assault, she felt arousal instead of fear. Excited. She twined her arms around his neck, pulled him closer.

“Been wanting to touch you for so long,” he murmured in her ear as he cupped her breast in his warm palm. “When I saw you with that cop, his hands on you, I almost lost it. You’re mine, and no one is gonna hurt you. Ever.”

When he rubbed his thumb back and forth over her nipple, she gasped, her head dropping back against the wall. How could it feel so good? She’d been touched before, faked her moans when the men she dated squeezed her breasts. Once when Maurice tweaked her nipples in the shower she’d even felt a short stab of pleasure. But never anything like this.

He cupped her other breast, pressed them together, and dragged his thumbs over her nipples at the same time. Naiya bit her lip when her nipples hardened. She wanted more. She wanted his fingers on her clit, his mouth on her nipples. She wanted it here. Now. But it was crazy. They hadn’t thought it through. What if someone came around the corner? Was she desperate? Rebounding from Maurice?

Holt’s hands slid over her bare skin and he pushed her shirt over her breasts. With a gentle tug, he eased her breast over the cup of her bra. Her body trembled as he bent down and drew her left nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Oh God. So good. A moan rose in her throat, and she choked it back, shocked that it had slipped out uncontrolled. But nothing had ever felt as good as the gentle pressure of his mouth, the slow slide of his teeth, the lap of his tongue.

Her body flamed, her pussy quivering with awakening. No one had ever made her wet. Not since … She pushed the thought from her mind, focused her attention on Holt and his clever tongue, his gentle fingers, the heat and strength of his body …

“You’ve got beautiful breasts, darlin’. Been wanting to taste them for a long time.” He slid one hand between them, brushing it over her stomach to rest at the open fly of her jeans. “Been wanting to taste something else, too.”

Swallowing nervously, she glanced around. She wanted this. She wanted it so badly she ached, and it wasn’t just lust, but the hope that maybe Viper hadn’t ruined sex for her after all. “Yes,” she whispered.

Holt eased her jeans over her hips and she sucked in a sharp breath. “What if someone comes?”

“What if they do?” He slid his hand into her panties and Naiya jerked back, hitting her head against the wall.

“We could be charged with indecent exposure. And Michael is still inside the bar.” Her mind struggled for reasons he should stop, but her body swayed toward him, and Holt’s naughty fingers continued their descent to where she wanted them most.

“Gonna touch you, Naiya. Gentle this time. You tell me if you need me to stop.” Two fingers caressed her sensitive flesh, stroking along her folds, light as butterfly wings. “Don’t worry about Michael. He was torn between wanting you for himself and doing his job. I made the choice for him. I claimed you. He knows you belong to me. He knows I’m the one who’s gonna give you pleasure. I’m the only one who’s gonna touch this sweet pussy, keep you safe, and make you come.”

She whimpered as he teased her with his fingers, but when he touched her wetness, she stiffened. Not because his touch didn’t feel good, but because she was so wet, embarrassingly wet, like she’d never had sex before. But then, she never really had. Not like this. Not with a man who was focused entirely on her pleasure.

“Shhh, darlin’. Relax. Spread your legs. You’re so damn wet; it’s killing me. I want to watch you come. I want to feel your pleasure on my hand.”

Relax? With a cop on the other side of the wall? Her breast exposed, and his hand down her pants? But, oh God, she couldn’t resist the exquisite sensation of his finger circling her clit.

“Good girl.” He pressed one finger into her wet heat, and Naiya went up on her toes, her inner walls clenching around him. Holt tightened his free hand on her waist, holding her in place. “So tight.” His voice dropped to a husky growl. “So fucking hot and wet. I’m gonna make you come so hard you’ll never look at another man again.” He drew out his finger, thrust in again. Slow and gentle, coaxing her pleasure even as his body shuddered. She sensed he was fighting for control, fought a moment of panic. But he never changed his pace, never rushed her, and when he added a second finger, she gave into sensation and groaned.

“Love that sound.” He brushed his mouth over her neck, his body taut and trembling. “Next time you decide to get me all wound up, make sure you’re wearing a skirt. I wanna fuck you so bad. I want my cock in your tight, wet pussy. But I’m not gonna risk stripping you down with a cop inside who is probably still trying to figure out what just happened.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t meant to sound so disappointed. After all, she was always thrilled to have the sex part of her evenings out of the way. But not this time. She wanted more. More Holt pressed against her, his magic fingers working her to a fever pitch. More Holt who had come to save her, his mouth hot and wet on her breasts.

“Shhhh.” He thrust his fingers deep inside her. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

“But, I never…” Her hands found his shoulders, her nails digging through his shirt and into his skin.

“Never what?” He added a third finger, stretching her, increasing the pace, his fingers curled to hit the sensitive spot inside that had only ever come to life with her vibrator.

“Never fucked a biker outside a bar?” He moved in closer, pinned her against the wall, and leaned down to suck her throbbing nipple.

Something inside her snapped—all her tension, her fear, and her anxiety were swallowed up in a rush of desire. She sagged against the wall, giving in to the unfamiliar sensations pulsing through her body. Her hips rocked against his hand, and she ground her clit into his palm in a wanton display of need such as she’d never imagined before.

“That’s it. Give it to me.” Holt groaned, released her nipple. “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking hot.” With his free hand, he tugged on his jeans and freed his cock from its restraint. Naiya’s breath caught when she looked down. He was huge, thick, the head of his cock pink and glistening.

“Stroke me.”

Well, this was more familiar territory. She knew all about giving pleasure, just not how to receive it. Without hesitation she wrapped her hand around his shaft and worked him from base to tip.

His cock hardened beneath her hand, and he let out a long, low groan against her breast, one arm tightening around her waist, while he continued the slow, torturous slide of his fingers inside her.

“Harder.” His voice had gone dark, guttural. His shaft hot and throbbing in her palm. She tightened her fingers, pumped harder, even as she felt a deep, erotic pressure build in her womb.

“Oh God, Holt. I’m going to come.” All her blood rushed downward, swelling the tissues in her sex. She bucked against him, losing all her inhibitions in the burning need for release. “Don’t stop, Holt. Don’t stop.”

“Come for me, darlin’.” He ground his palm against her clit, driving his fingers inside her.

Her climax overtook her, wiping her mind of everything except the wet, pounding, clenching, all-consuming pleasure that pulsed through her body in wave after wave of electric heat. Her eyes shut at the frightening intensity, a pleasure like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her back arched, and she released his cock, buried her face in his shoulder, and screamed.

“Hell, that’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He held her against him, drawing out the last quivers of her orgasm, and then he withdrew his hand and pressed gently on her shoulders. “On your knees, darlin’. I wanna see those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick. I want to fuck your sweet mouth.”

“I want to taste you, Holt.”