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He would not be lasting long if she kept making those sexy sounds each time he moved. His body completely engulfed her in smooth strokes. Sex with her a was game changer for everything in his past. Usually, it had been a means to an end. Coming being the end goal. With her, he tried to hold out, completely lost in their connection.
He was too close to chance it, and he shifted to his knees and sat back, pulling out of her and taking his cock in his fist. The sight of her tits and her hands, sliding up her rib cage and cupping her breasts, was too much, and he jerked himself all over her stomach in a sharp groan.
When he opened his eyes again, she stared up at him with a small smile playing on her lips. “That was hot.”
He snorted and leaned across the bed for a blanket, wiping her clean before tossing it onto the floor. This wasn’t over. Even being with her only twice, he knew she hadn’t come. That was unacceptable. He shifted down the bed, and her eyes widened. He didn’t give her any time to speak or possibly protest. He dropped his head between her legs and licked her clit, getting the reaction he wanted.
“Oh, God.” He would have preferred to hear his own name, but he’d settle for her gasping for the Lord instead. Her hips shifted forward, wanting more, and he sucked the nub between her lips. Her pelvis drove against his mouth, and he continued his assault.
Then the doorbell rang. He paused for a second. Who the fuck was at his door that early in the morning? Her legs locked against his head, caging him. It was a non-verbal command. He would have laughed if not for the mouthful of pussy. When he shifted to his stomach, her hand drove into his hair.
“No, no, please don’t stop.”
The desperation in her voice was almost comical. Little did she realize, nothing could stop him from making her come. He ignored the bell when it sounded again and continued to get her off, rapidly sliding his tongue over her clit and hearing the panting in short breaths. Stopping would be cruel, she was so close. Hell, not that it mattered, even if she were hours from coming, he would stay there until he got her off.
Her fingers twisted in his hair, and she tightened her grip as her hips moved against his mouth. He felt the minute she came as her body tensed, and she moaned his name past her lips.
“Trax, please.” It was breathy and half incoherent, but he heard it. Her hips spasmed, and she gasped when his mouth covered her core, pressing his lips against her sensitive bead. Her hand pushed against his head, tearing him away from between her legs.
“Too sensitive.” She breathed heavily, and his lips curled as he glanced up at her. She was completely spent with her eyes closed and her mouth open in the shape of an O.
His phone rang as he climbed up the bed and laid next to her. He sighed. Whoever was at his door wasn’t leaving. They were just trying a new tactic to get in touch with him. He sat up, leaning over her, and grabbed it. As he shifted back to his side of the bed, she grabbed his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
“Thank you,” she said and slumped against the mattress. He chuckled, sensing she might pass out again.
He brought the phone to his ear. “What?” he snapped.
“Open the fucking door, asshole. It’s freezing out here.”
Trax sighed. “Why didn’t you just use your fucking key?” Both Gage and Rourke had a spare to his house. It wasn’t uncommon to find them crashing on his couch after a late night. Gage more so than Rourke.
Gage laughed. “Was gonna, but Rourke said with how fucking raged you were last night, you might shoot our asses if we just come in.”
He huffed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, searching for his jeans. It made sense. While being with Cheyenne may have distracted him from the shit last night, he hadn’t forgotten. Thinking of it now, he harbored the same anger.
“Use the key. I’ll be down in a few.” He clicked his phone and then tossed it onto the bed before leaning forward and grabbing his jeans from the floor. He kept silent and glanced over at Cheyenne, who was clearly passed out. It was better that way. He had the feeling winning her over into feeling good about the club wasn’t something that would happen any time soon.
He shoved his phone into his back pocket and walked out of his room. He heard Gage’s and Rourke’s hushed tones as he got closer. The house was small, and most conversation could be heard from any room. He walked out to find them in the living room, Gage on the couch and Rourke standing by his front window.
“Mornin’.” He stretched his arms over his head, hearing the crack in his back. Sleeping with a woman nestled into his chest was new for him, and so was the ache in his neck. It would take some getting used to but definitely something worth doing. He folded his arms over his chest and stared at his brothers.
“Good night?” Gage chuckled and wiggled his brows.
“You come over here to ask me how my night went? Thinking this isn’t a social visit, man, so let’s get on with it.”
“Still pissed?” Gage asked.
Trax narrowed his eyes. “What do you think?”
Rourke stepped into the center of the room and cocked his head toward the hallway. “We got the party coming up on Friday. Kase wants her there.”
“Why?”
Rourke stretched his neck and scowled. “Saint thinks he might know who it was. Actually, he’s pretty sure he’ll be there on Friday. Wants Cheyenne to ID him.”
“Send me a picture, and I’ll check with her.”
Before he could finish his sentence, Rourke shook his head. “Kase wants her there.”
