She knew that expression, knew that look. This man had been through hell. If he was part of the club, which she guessed he was since he’d sent those two prospects to protect her, then he was a veteran. Everyone in town knew that the VDMC only accepted vets who’d been honorably discharged.
Toniwantedthis man. More than that primal, gut-wrenching pull to claim, she wanted to soothe him. To take away his pain and his trauma so they were secondaryto her.
Brash? Definitely. Irrational? Absolutely. But from the moment their hands connected and she felt his heated, callused skin, she knew there was no going back. She would have this man, one way or another.
Which wasinsane. She’d heard murderers and stalkers defend their actions for less. And yet, here she was, pinned to his tow truck with her skirt around her hips, his hand at her panties, and both their lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss.
When it became obvious to her that he had stopped to ask her permission to continue, Toni thought her panties might self-combust. She hadn’t even realized it was a trope until she read a social post in one of her smut groups about how the reader loved the “consent trope”. But hell, yeah. As soon as she realized it was a thing, she picked up on how much she loved when the hero asked permission or checked in with the heroine before he continued.
Was this man for real? But it seemed he was, because he wasnotmoving as he stared up at her with those ice-blue eyes.
Toni nodded, feeling self-conscious for the first time since their introduction. Or half-introduction, since she hadn’t gotten his name.
He did not kiss her again. Instead, he held her gaze as he slipped a finger beneath her panty line and inside her core.Every inch of her burned with desire, making her feel like her skin was on fire. His touch eased the ache, soothed the flame.
Her orgasm snuck up on her, muscles tightening as her body shuddered. Eyes rolling back in her head, she clung to him as he dipped his head to her throat. Their bodies rocked together as he continued to finger fuck her. Toni couldn’t remember the last time she’d come this easily. Maybe watching porn? Certainly never with a man.
But his touch was like magic, erotic and addictive.
Her shrill cry echoed on the mountain trees. It wasn’t enough. She needed more, more ofhim. She needed him inside her, stoking the unquenchable blaze raging within her.
Her breasts heaved between them as she fought for breath. “More,” she shamelessly begged.
Toni reached for the zipper of his coveralls. But his other hand was suddenly there. Pinning her wrists above her head between his fingers. God, why was that so fuckinghot?
Lifting his mouth from her neck where he no doubt left a mark, he growled low in her ear. “Be good and leave them there while I get the condom.”
Fuck. A condom. She’d completely forgotten. What the hell? She wasalwaysthe one who insisted on a condom. Had even refused sleeping with guys who said they wouldn’t wear one, thought thatherbirth control was enough. Fuck. No. Pregnancy wasn’t the only thing she needed to protect herself from.
And yet, a condom hadn’t even crossed her mind. How did this man have her so drunk on lust that she would have had unprotected sex with him if he hadn’t said anything?
Reaching into the back pocket of the coveralls, he removed his wallet and pulled a condom packet from the fold. Lifting it to her mouth, he asked with a wicked grin, “Hold this for me, will you?”
Toni opened her mouth and bit gently down on the edge of the foil packet.
“Good girl,” he praised, making Toni’s entire body shudder again. Dropping his wallet to the dirt at his feet, he kept her secure with a hand under her ass as he lowered the zipper of his coveralls. Where they were against the door of the truck wasn’t as bright as it would have been if they were in front of it or on her car. The large hood lamp—that her inexperienced brain attributed to a stadium light—focused on what was in front of the truck, leaving them in shadows at the side of it. But there was just enough light that she caught the pale skin revealed beneath the zipper.
Was henakedunder those coveralls?
She couldn’t ask without dropping the condom, and then his eyes caught hers again as he removed the packet from between her lips, broke it open, and slid it on. Fuck if she wasn’t determined to leave her wrists above her head as he instructed, she would have reached between them and moved her panties aside for him. As if he knew what she was thinking, he gave her a crooked, approving smile as he shifted them slightly so he could position himself between her legs.
One hand on her hip, the other back on her wrists above her head, and his cock notched at her entrance, he stared intensely into her eyes like he was searching for her soul. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
The words, while odd, held such deep emotion that Toni let out a slight whimper at them. He was a stranger. She didn’t know his name, didn’t know if he was single or married, didn’t know his age or history. But she knew evil. She stared it down every day, trusting her instincts to know if the person in front of her was innocent or guilty.
And this man… He was haunted, gutted to the point of pain, and yet she knew he was agood man. She trusted him, believed he was worth something.
She didn’t tell him that he couldn’t or wouldn’t hurt her, hating when those cringy lines appeared in her romance books. Instead, she nodded her understanding. “I won’t.”
He pressed inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. She’d never gotten the opportunity to look, but from the feel of him, he was thick. He felt so damn good, so much better than even her favorite vibrator. She felt centered, and knew with absolute certainty, that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
Toni had never looked into a lover’s eyes before. Maybe it was her, maybe it was him, but she always closed her eyes when her partner was inside her.
Not now. Not this time. She couldn’t look away as he held her gaze like she was the anchor keeping him from floating away.
He did not go slow, did not tease her with short, easy thrusts. The moment he fully seated himself inside her, he pulled out, and slammed back home. Toni gasped out, her fingers above her head aching to touch him, to hold him, and yet she loved the domination, the power he exuded to take command. She was always in control, always in check. To let loose, to know that her pleasure was inhiscapable hands, was a relief.
And she craved more of it.
