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“Fucking mine,” he whispered as he traced his index finger along the glistening moisture of her slit.

He parted her lips and grinned at the sight of her clit, swollen and protruding beneath the hood of her shaven cunt. This woman was marvelous, bare and open for him, and only him.

“Three,” he said before he lapped at her inner folds.

“What?” she panted.

“You’re going to come three times for me,” he declared confidently.

Her thighs trembled when he flicked his tongue against her clit.

“After that, I’ll fuck you until we both pass out.”

Swirling his tongue, he teased her entrance before dipping two fingers deep inside her channel.

Kelsey arched her back. “Is that all you’ve got?” she said breathlessly.

Oh, hell yeah! Feisty. That’s exactly what he craved. Kelsey wasn’t a delicate wilting flower. She was a sassy woman who held her own. Nothing got his dick harder.

“You want more?” he asked before circling her clit with his tongue. “Just ask me, Kitten.”

“I want everything,” she groaned.

Music to his ears. Kevlar planned on giving her all that and so much more.

Sucking on her clit, he filled her pussy with three of his digits. He stretched and twisted them deep within her, making her tremble. Slowly, he dragged them back before slamming them deep inside her again. In and out, his fingers slid in the increasing wetness of her arousal.

His free hand fisted his cock. He squeezed the tip as more pearls of his need dripped from him. Taking his time, he teased her and himself. There was no need to rush this. They had all night. He intended to use every minute and every hour pleasuring her until she pleaded with him to stop.

He wouldn’t, but he longed for her to beg him.

25

Kevlar

Getting up with the sun wasn’t Kevlar’s style. Unless he stayed with Kelsey. He wasn’t a morning person, but he’d already overstayed his welcome. He had no business spending the night with her again. After wasting good money on a shitty hotel room for him and his brother, the least he could do was sleep there. There was a perfectly acceptable bed sitting empty and waiting for him.

That was the problem, though. Wasn’t it? He’d be alone.

Kelsey wasn’t there. He slept far better on her mattress, beside her, than he did anywhere else. Shaking his head, he carefully closed the front door of her apartment as gently as possible. He didn’t want to wake her.

This had become a habit he had no business developing.

Kevlar wasn’t new to relationships. He’d dated a woman or two, but he made a point never to spend the entire night. It sent the wrong message. He wasn’t looking to settle down. He was there for a good time and not for a long time.

Except he was back in Oklahoma City permanently. He shouldn’t be shitting where he ate. Doing so made things complicated with Kelsey. Unless she moved, they’d run into each other. Which already happened.

He didn’t want messy run-ins. Though she didn’t come across as a patch whore. She wasn’t chasing him. If anything, he pursued her, so maybe she wouldn’t bring drama to his door. Well, any more of it.

His Bloody Scorpion problem would’ve happened eventually. She wasn’t responsible. The beef between the two clubs predated Kevlar. He couldn’t blame it on Kelsey.

Starting his motorcycle, Kevlar twisted the throttle, warming up his bike. While unnecessary, he loved the sound. It soothed his soul like nothing else. He couldn’t enjoy it for too long, though. He had to get out of there if he wanted to catch a few more hours of sleep before his lunch date.

With the sun cresting on the horizon, brightening the new day, he placed his feet on the foot pegs and pulled out of the parking lot. The chirping birds were drowned out by the roar of his thundering engine. The image of Kelsey straddling him, her hands on his chest, bouncing on his cock last night flitted through his mind.

He grinned.

A fucking fantastic memory. One that would see him through what would no doubt be another trying day. Coming home hadn’t been all that bad. Sure, the Scorpions were a pain in his ass, but at least there was a delectable and consenting woman hanging around.