Page 85 of Tame Our Wild

I’ve never been so turned on by intimacy before. Pleasured moans escape her lips, and I slip my hands around her back, pulling her mouth to mine. I devour every soft sound, letting my tongue tangle with hers.

Keeping my length inside her, I sit up and crush her chest toward mine, moving us so I can lower her to the carpet. Changing our position makes me sink that much deeper inside her pussy. The hat falls off, her locks fanning out around her. I quicken my pace, filling the vehicle with the sounds of us.

I peer down at where we’re connected and pull out, watching as my dick, slick with her arousal, disappears back into her pussy.

“Colson, I need to—” The tip of my cock hits that spot inside her that has her mouth popping open on an O.

“Tell me what you need,” I demand gruffly.

Her breathy response is instant. “I need more.”

I rut into her harder, pounding that sensitive place that has her starting to clench around me. I can see and feel how close she is getting, and I know the second she cascades over the edge, she will pull me right with her.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?”

“Yes,” she pants out, digging her nails into the carpet.

She lifts a hand, her fingers strumming her clit as she draws even more pleasure out of herself. She’s so beautiful. So gorgeously unhinged like this.

“Shit, Colson—” Her cry, combined with her pulsing around me, has me elevating to that place that has me leaning over her body to press my mouth to hers and hungrily swallow every sound as she comes around me.

Her tight walls gripping me tautens that string, and I’ve never craved my sanity snapping more. When her teeth sink into my lower lip, I combust. I mean to pull out, but it’s too late, and the thought of owning her in this way has me shoving deeper as I release every drop.

When my heart rate starts to slow, I glide my fingers through her hair, pushing a strand away from her flushed cheeks. She watches me intently. Here in this soft and quiet moment after the storm we unleashed, neither of us seems to be in any rush to move.

It’s not until we hear a muted conversation outside the car that Harlow’s body tenses around me, still buried inside her. Her hand flies to her mouth as the voices become loud enough to be recognized.

I peek my head up to see four riders walking toward us through the parking lot, one of them being Jax Bowman. I duck over Harlow, pressing my chest to hers. When their voices fade out, I lift my head, doing a sweep of our surroundings before pulling out of her. My eyes stay locked on her core, admiring the way my cum leaks out of her pretty pink pussy that I already want to wreck again.

Absentmindedly, I glide my finger through the white dripping down her seam and push it back inside her. Just the movement alone has blood rushing to my groin again.

I’m not done with her.

At this point, I don’t think I ever will be.

THIRTY-SIX | HARLOW

Ishould’ve known better than to taunt Colson. To use Brian to see how potent his jealousy could become if I put my hand on the throttle and gave it a little more gas.

Luckily, Dalton was okay with me stealing his man for a dance.

I should be worried about the rumors that are going to spread like wildfire after Colson grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar, but my care for keeping up this charade was lost somewhere from the bar to the car, where he further explored my body, and I memorized his.

The way he felt under me.

The scent of his spiced shampoo that wafted from his long strands that I held onto as I rocked my hips, driving him wild.

Now we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other as the casino elevator door slides closed, concealing our wandering hands. Colson’s palms glide under my shirt and up the sides of my waist, his calloused fingers digging into my rib cage.

His words pour over my skin. “Stay with me in my room tonight.”

I hum deep in my throat. “Not sure that’s such a good idea,” I say breathlessly. “One of our competitors could see us. And we both need some sleep tonight before competing tomorrow.” We are in Reno, Nevada, and after this weekend, there is only one more event before the World Finals. I’m so close I can almost reach it.

His chuckle burns the curve of my neck as he sinks his teeth into me like he likes to do before he soothes the spot with his tongue. “Won’t matter to me. If your pussy doesn’t keep me awake, my hand will.” His muscular frame presses me against the elevator wall. With his hands on either side of my neck, he brushes his lips over mine, giving me just enough tongue to light a sparkler of lust that fizzles to every nerve ending. “I’d rather it be you.”

I slightly pull away from him, letting my lazy groan of frustration fill the small space. “I might need more convincing.”

His lips tilt. “Yeah?”