Page 23 of Contracted to the Bikers

“I didn’t mean—”

I don’t get to finish my apology before she cuts me off. “Who I choose to have sex with is none of your business, or anyone else’s for that matter.”

Her words ignite my inner caveman, and I stride closer to her. “It is exactly my business because you signed a contract, you’re my old lady.”

Her breath hitches, and I realize that, as usual, I’ve come too close for her comfort. This time, I don’t move away. Green eyes filled with fire glower up at me. She’s far shorter than I am, but she’s doing her best to square up to me. “On paper. As a formality.”

“We both know that’s not true. You were mine the moment you walked through that door.”

She doesn’t deny it, which boosts my confidence, my belief that she wants this. “Don’t I get a say? Doesn’t what I want matter?”

“Oh, it matters,” I say, enjoying the look of surprise on her face. “But we both know that you want me, you’re just too stubborn to admit it.”

Those sharp, calculating eyes shift away from mine for a second, like she knows to deny it would be a lie but can’t bring herself to back down. She doesn’t look at me, her voice smaller as she asks. “So, why did you come here?”

I take her delicate chin in my hand, tilting her head so she meets my gaze. “I’ve come to claim what’s mine.”

There’s a flicker of hesitation, and I worry she’s going to tell me to leave. For all my macho bluster, if she said no, I’d go. But then the Sloane I’ve come to know, the stubborn, fiery, confident woman, returns, and a small smile dances across her lips as she looks me square in the eye and tells me, “So claim me.”

Like a dam breaking, or more accurately for us, a volcano erupting, all of the pressure building up between us finally explodes. Our lips collide in a passionate, hungry kiss. It’s messy, angry even, teeth clashing, tongues fighting, but my god is it good. She tastes like mint toothpaste and smells of coconut shampoo, but there’s still the scent of her arousal, thick and intoxicating, underneath.

I imagined my first time with Sloane to be different. I wanted to take my time, to discover and pleasure every inch of her skin. The reality turns out to be frantic and hurried, as if we can’t bear to wait any longer, or we’ll explode. Her towel drops to the floor, revealing her perky breasts, the soft curve of her waist, and her long legs, lean from running. My cock strains against my pants as Sloane quite literally rips the buttons off my shirt in her hurry to remove it. She runs her fingernails down my chest as I pull her closer, capturing a rosebud nipple in my mouth and biting it gently.

She scrambles with the buckle of my jeans as my fingers find their way to the warmth between her legs. She’s soaking wet already as I glide a finger along her seam, ready to unstitch her. I slip my finger inside her wet pussy, and she moans, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, now that it’s for me. She springs my cock free, gasping as she sees the size.

What Cruz makes up for in speed, I make up for in girth. I won’t mention to her that Boone’s the real panty-dropper. Right now, I want her all to myself.

She takes my cock in her hand, tugging it a little hard but not too hard, and just her touching it causes a bead of precum to appear at the tip. Holy shit, I’m glad this is going to be a fast and furious fuck, I don’t think I’m going to be able to last long.

Our mouths find each other once more, and I lift Sloane, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her up against the wall. She’s so fucking wet I can feel it against my dick as it rests against her slit, rubbing against her clit but not entering her, not yet. I kiss her neck, one hand teasing her nipples as I give her a hickey, claiming her, marking her as mine. I slowly move my hips back and forth a little, teasing her but not entering, knowing my hard dick is caressing her clit.

“Fuck me, Rook,” she gasps. Ever demanding, ever impatient, ever Sloane. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”

I smile a little. I want to have some fun; part of me enjoys the battles of will we play. “Say you’re mine and I will.”

“Not until you’re inside me,” she challenges.

I chuckle and do as she asks, but only what she asks. I push my cock inside her, slowly and gently, giving her time to accommodate my size, filling her tight pussy up inch by agonizingly good inch.

“Fuck, yes,” she moans, grasping my shoulders and pulling me in deeper.

Once I’m fully inside her, I stop and stay perfectly still. She grinds on me, hungry and desperate for more, but I don’t move. Impatient, she moans and mewls. “I told you to fuck me.”

“Lawyer, you should be more careful with your words,” I tease her, kissing her and biting her lip. “You told me you’d say it once I’m inside you. I’m inside you, so say it. Say you’re mine.”

Her eyes flare at being outwitted, and I wonder if Sloane Mercer’s willpower is even better than I’d counted on, if we’re going to be locked in another battle of wills. One that she will win because if she doesn’t say it soon, I won’t be able to hold back any longer. I go for one last Hail Mary and move my hand between us to slowly circle her clit. “I’m yours,” she says, barely above a whisper.

That’s all it takes. I start to move, to thrust in and out, fucking her against the wall while our mouths resume their fight. Her nails claw down my back as she moans and demands more. Harder, faster, more. I give it to her, I give her everything I’ve got. I carry her over to the bed, throwing her down on it and quickly flipping her onto her front onto all fours, thrusting inside her deeply before she’s fully processed the change.

She screams out with pleasure. “Fuck, yes, Rook!”

I love the sound of my name screaming from her lips. I fuck her hard from behind, slamming into her, flesh slapping against flesh. I spank her once, not too hard, testing the waters, and when she cries out to do it again, I do. The sex is animalistic, primal, and raw, and the best fucking sex I’ve ever had.

“Oh shit, I’m so close,” Sloane pants.

I slip my arm around her waist, pulling her up so we’re both on our knees, back to back, my cock as deep inside her as possible now, filling her. I kiss her from behind with her head turned to the side. My other hand caresses her nipples and clit.

“You’re mine,” I tell her as I feel her pussy tightening and releasing as the orgasm reaches its climax. “Say it again, and I’ll come with you.”