Hatchet carried me over to the sofa and hovered over me. “Andnow that I know, I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to walk away, because you’re better than any fantasy.”
I gasped as he slid a hand between us, pushing my panties aside.
I moaned. “Less talking. More fucking.”
He chuckled at my demand and flipped me around, bending me over the cushions. The textured fabric dug into my knees, grounding me for a moment. I heard the clink of his belt buckle before the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days,” he growled. He fisted my hair just tight enough that I arched my back.
I gasped as he drove into me from behind with no warning, the shock of sudden fullness stealing the breath from my lungs. I bucked against him, and the angle hit that spot deep inside that drove every thought from my mind exceptmoreandharder.
Hatchet set a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping against me as each thrust sent sparks shooting through my core. He reached between my legs, circling my clit with precision. Hot pleasure coiled tight within me until my body clenched around him as I shattered.
He groaned, his thrusts growing rougher and more erratic. He buried his face in my neck as he pulsed inside me, his breath hot against my shoulder.
For a beat, all I could hear was our ragged breathing and the faint snores of Chaos asleep in her crate.
Hatchet ran his fingers down my spine, and I arched into him, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through me.
“Fuck, Hellcat,” he swore. “You’re ruining me for anyone else. I don’t know that I’ll be able to give this up. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk away.”
Hatchet’s words landed like a gut punch—too raw, too real. I shoved them aside, pretending my heart didn’t stutter at the awed edge in his voice. I ignored the admission as he pulled out slowly and stepped back, giving me a second to catch my balance. He offered his hand and helped me to my feet, my legs shaky.
“And I’m never going to be able to drink beer with your brotheron this sofa again without getting a hard-on,” he added, a cocky grin on his face.
I snickered. “He’d kill you if he knew you’d defiled his furniture.”
Hatchet leveled a look at me. “We both know the furniture is the least of my crimes here.”
I yelped as he picked me up bridal-style. My bare skin stuck to his chest as he carried me to the stairs.
“Our clothes,” I protested, eyeing the scattered mess on the floor. “What if Merrick comes back early?”
He kissed my forehead—soft and tender, which threw me more than the hot sex.
“He texted me a picture of him and Kenna standing in front of the Riot clubhouse earlier. They won’t be back anytime soon. And you won’t be needing your clothes at all tonight.”
His certainty made my stomach flip. I buried my face in his neck to hide my smile, inhaling the scent of leather and pine on his skin as he took the stairs two at a time.
By the time we hit the bedroom door, my protests were forgotten, replaced by the low purring of want building all over again. The night blurred into a tangle of sheets, each round filthier and more addictive than the last.
* * *
Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains when I woke to the smell of bacon, the rich and smoky scent cutting through the haze of sex and sweat clinging to my sheets. My body ached in the best way. Faint red marks painted my hips from his bruising grip.
I slipped on his discarded T-shirt, crumpled on top of the duffel he’d carried upstairs while I slept. It smelled faintly of leather and motor oil.
I padded barefoot to the kitchen, Chaos jumping happily at my legs.
“Hungry?” Hatchet asked, standing at the stove shirtless in a waythat made me crave something other than food. His jeans slung low on his hips, and I heated as I thought about what lay below them.
“Starving. And scared. Can you cook?”
He flipped a pancake with a dramatic flick of his wrist. The golden disc landed perfectly in the pan. “I’m more than just a pretty face and a magic cock, Hellcat.”
I rolled my eyes. “The piercing does most of the work for you.”
“Didn’t hear any complaints last night.”
