Problem solved. The endearing pet name and sweetly muttered request was always going to be his downfall. He complied, opening his mouth. He no longer had a choice. If this was his end, he’d die remembering the allure in Dev’s blue stare.
Dev placed a small tablet on his tongue. Cash didn’t want to close his mouth. Dev’s hypnotic mouth opened, angling his head as he lifted to sweep his tongue forward. He drove deep inside Cash’s mouth.
The pill easily dissolved with the unique taste of baby aspirin. His biker wasn’t trying to drug him. The staggering relief allowed him to see the honesty in Dev’s seduction techniques. As Cash’s hands came to Dev’s hips, a strong palm cupped the back of his head. Dev’s fingers threaded into his hair, holding Cash in place as he devoured him.
The kiss intensified until Dev was fucking his mouth by way of his tongue. That strong, sexy body ground against his, rutting there for the entire club to see.
Cash’s restraint broke. This was all Cash had wanted for days. He closed his eyes and let himself just feel every inch of Dev’s desire. The deep tangle of their tongues and clicking of their teeth, a show of dominance and tempting promise of more to come. With both of his palms, he gripped Dev’s ass, driving his hard-as-stone cock against Dev’s.
As quickly as the kiss started, Dev wrenched away. His mouth tried to follow Dev’s, wanting more as the biker gripped his hand tightly again. A dazed Cash found himself being dragged behind Dev, taking long strides toward the clubhouse.
“About fuckin’ time,” Daphne, the only woman there who’d introduced herself and spent time talking to Cash, yelled after them, humor lacing every word. “Dev’s been eye fuckin’ you since y’all got here. Ride, cowboy, ride.” She was loud and brash, certain to have turned the heads of anyone not paying attention.
Cash did his best to commit the interior of the clubhouse to his lust-filled brain. An enormous wooden bar with every type of liquor bottle on top took up most of the room along the back wall. The surface was old, scratched, and dated. Apparently, tonight was a serve yourself free-for-all. No bartender in sight.
The rest of the large space had black leather sofas, loveseats, and sturdy chairs that had all seen better days. The various stages of undress and sexual activity currently taking place on the furniture and even the floor were a shock to his senses. Not quite an orgy, but it wouldn’t take much to get there.
Dev stepped over the legs of a brother lying on top of a woman. Cash just couldn’t bring himself to call her a club whore. They were going at it hard if the groans and grunts meant anything.
“Get up,” Dev said and grabbed the jeans gathered around the ankles of another club member, tossing the lower half of his body to the side so they could walk past.
Dev used leverage to swing Cash forward, busting a quick move. Cash twisted, Dev’s strong palm pushed him down to the sofa. Dev was so captivating. He didn’t give Cash a second to adjust his body before straddling his thighs, coming down directly on top of him. A mischievous grin lit Dev’s face as he smiled down at him. Dev reached for his nipple, giving it a hard squeeze. The sensation sprinted through his balls, straight to his cock.
“You ready to become my bitch?” The words were said loudly for all to hear as if this was some sort of rite of passage in their relationship. “That means I’m gonna fuck that perfect ass right here until I’ve had enough. Put my claim on you in front of my brothers. I’ll own you. You ready for that, pretty boy?”
Oh hell yes. He liked those words more than he should. Cash splayed his hands across Dev’s thighs, squeezing the muscles to tug Dev down hard on top of him. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock into Dev’s jean-covered ass. It seemed to be answer enough.
The devilish grin held Cash mesmerized as Dev tantalized him in his slow descent, pulling a grin from him seconds before their mouths came together again. This time, Dev wasn’t demanding. He was sensual and sexy. That velvety tongue lapped across his. Cash’s eyelids closed, and he settled back on the sofa.
Dev’s body weight fully relaxed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Dev, pushing his hands underneath the T-shirt’s hem. Dev shrugged out of the cut, carelessly letting it fall away. He reached around to the clasp of his surveillance necklace, easily breaking it free then tossing it on top of the cut. The kiss continued. Dev ate at Cash’s mouth as if he were a special treat. His biker acted as if he couldn’t get enough. Cash pushed the T-shirt up, needing skin on skin contact. Regretfully, he had to break from the sweet kiss as he brought the T-shirt over Dev’s head.
Dreams did come true. Cash moved his hands eagerly over Dev’s strong back, mapping each dip and curve of muscle as his gaze locked with Dev’s.
Dev let him have this moment. The biker’s body was suspended above Cash’s as he massaged and caressed his palms forward. After their first couple of times together, their sex had become this. Holding one another, learning everything about the other’s body, being what the other needed.
With his fingers, he traced the intricate lines of Dev’s tattoos then moved on to tease Dev’s hard, beaded nipples. They were too tempting tonight, tight and sensitive based on the way Dev bowed his back but didn’t back away from the touch. Cash lifted to lick over the firm bud.
He missed them this way. The hours they’d spent alone, only the two of them, trying everything possible to bring the other pleasure. Dev swept a calloused palm across his cheek, cradling his jaw. Dev held his face as he suckled Dev’s nipple into his mouth. He lifted his eyes to look directly into Dev’s. The rawness reflected back at him was almost too much for his heart to bear.
“I can’t get you out of my fuckin’ head. Help me forget everything but this?” Dev whispered huskily. Cash removed his mouth, drawing Dev closer to him.
“I would go back to the way we were in a second,” Cash whispered so quietly he wasn’t sure Dev could hear him. “Only me and you.”
Dev’s penetrating stare held Cash captive. His expressive eyes spoke directly to Cash’s soul. The world faded away. The noises in the room disappeared. He’d found his one, his heart’s true desire. He loved Dev with everything he had to give.
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“You and me,” Dev said and slanted his mouth over Cash’s, driving his tongue forward, giving Cash his heart in the kiss. Their mouths melded and molded together perfectly, Cash’s tongue searching and seeking so eagerly. They were so damned good together.
The needling in the back of Dev’s head tried to remind him of his current objective. Get Cash into the clubhouse and the sacred space where church was held. But he hadn’t lied when he’d made his bold claim. He didn’t want to leave until they’d fucked. He wanted his brothers to see that someone worthy had found value in him. He truly enjoyed Cash being there with him tonight. That was the only reason he had taken so long to bring Cash into the clubhouse. His undercover captor had fit well with his club.
Dev’s inner primal beast longed to, no demanded, he follow the long-standing club tradition and fuck Cash right where they sat. His body hummed and tingled with the need to dominate Cash, force his submission. Make Cash stop this bullshit investigation and be his bitch whether he wanted to or not.
Based on this fucking kiss, Cash wanted it as bad as Dev.
Dev lapped at Cash’s tongue, sucking it deeper into his mouth as his hips started to roll. With clumsy fingers, he unzipped the zipper. Dev shoved his hand at the binding material as he continued to eat at Cash’s hot mouth.
The obstacle that kept him from getting completely inside Cash’s jeans was all his doing. His hips kept a steady grind, rolling against Cash’s hard groin. He refused to budge a single inch to fully free Cash’s cock.
