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If I ever had any hope of something happening between us, I needed him to see me as a woman, not a kid who needed to be looked after. And I was also beyond irritated that nobody seemed to appreciate the role I had played in getting a human trafficker off the streets.
When he dropped his phone on the side table, I jumped up again. He glanced at the chair, sighing in exasperation, and I planted my fists on my hips. “Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I’m weaker. My dad taught me how to look after myself.”
“Not good enough. Someone put a trace on the last email you sent to Mac, and two of the douchebags that hung out with Leon at the crack house were talking all kinds of shit about you,” he growled as he prowled toward me. “If your dad had done his job right, you would’ve known better than to land your eighteen-year-old ass in the crosshairs of some seriously fucked-up guys.”
I was freaked out to learn that one of the human traffickers might be looking for me, but I felt safe with Garrison.
What did bother me was how he’d brought how old I was into this.Again. There was no way he didn’t feel the chemistry between us, and I couldn’t help but worry that he mentioned it as a reminder to himself. “Age is just a number.”
“You couldn’t be more wrong, baby.” He moved close enough for me to feel the heat coming off his large body. “There’s a world of difference between all the shit I’ve seen during my years and what you’ve experienced in the short amount of time you’ve been alive.”
I jutted my chin out and narrowed my eyes. “Just because you’ve had more time to do stuff doesn’t make you the boss of me.”
“But what if I want it to?” he rasped, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger as he tilted my head farther back.
My breath caught in my lungs as I stared up at him, stunned by his question. I couldn't possibly have heard him right. “What?”
“You damn well heard me, Alyssa.” His other hand tangled in my hair at the back of my head. “Someone needs to take you in hand before you get yourself killed.”
“And you think you’re the man for the job?” I taunted, somehow not the least bit intimidated by him. Apparently, brawny biker dudes who scared the heck out of everyone else were my type. Or at least, this particular one was.
“You better hope I am,” he growled, a determined gleam in his blue orbs.
It was entirely possible I’d lost all sense of self-preservation. Instead of finally backing down, I replied, “Oh, yeah? How come?”
“Because nobody else is ever going to get the chance.” He wrapped my hair around his fist. “Any man who tries is gonna end up six feet under.”
A shudder raced up my spine, and I leaned into him. Having a guy I barely knew threaten to kill someone on my behalf should’ve freaked me the heck out, but it only turned me on more. My mom and dad were madly in love, and he was possessive and territorial over her. Seeing them together growing up had shaped the kind of man I wanted for my own, and everything I’d seen from Garrison so far told me that he measured up to those dreams.
“Fuck it,” he muttered, the hand on my chin sliding up to cup my cheek with his palm as his head bent low. That was all the warning I got before he gave me my first real kiss—and a heck of an introduction to passion it was. Garrison didn’t go slow and ease me into the kiss. He claimed my mouth as though he owned it, his tongue demanding entrance to stroke against mine.
My body melted against his, and when I went on my toes to twine my arms around his neck, a low groan rumbled up his chest. The kiss went on and on until he tore his mouth from mine and swept my legs out from under me before stalking up the stairs and into the master bedroom.
After he laid me on the king-sized bed, he stared down at me, his chest heaving and his blue eyes burning with need. “If you don’t want this, you need to tell me now. Not sure how, but I’ll dig deep and find the control to give you more time.”
Was I really going to give my virginity to this sexy biker only a few hours after meeting him? Heck yes, I was.
Pressing up on my elbows, I crooked my finger to urge him closer. “I want this.”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned, kicking off his shoes and ripping his vest off to toss it onto a chair in the corner of the room before removing his leathers. As he crawled onto the mattress, I took my socks and shoes off. My hands were on the hem of my skirt when Garrison wrapped his fingers around my wrists. “Not so fast, baby. I want to be the one to undress you. Not gonna miss seeing even an inch of your skin being bared to me.”
I didn’t think twice about giving him what he wanted. Dropping my arms, I pressed my palms against the mattress at my sides, my inner walls clenching in anticipation.
Masculine satisfaction flared in his blue orbs, and his lips curved into a smirk. “That’s my good girl.”
The compliment went straight to my core, giving me a mini orgasm. But the sensation was nothing compared to how it felt when he reached under my skirt and hooked his fingers in the sides of my soccer shorts to pull them down my legs. His fingers barely grazed against the inside of my thighs, but the slight touch left me drenched in need. Then he blew my mind by flipping my skirt up and stroking the tip of his nose through the gusset of my panties. “Fuck, you smell so damn good. Can’t wait to fill my mouth with the sweet taste of your innocence.”
I bit my bottom lip and whimpered, my hips lifting off the mattress at the sensual promise in his deep voice. I had no doubt I was going to enjoy what he could do to me with his lips and tongue. “Please.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna please the fuck out of you, and then I’ll fuck it right back into you.” He drew my panties down my legs, leaving my skirt where it was. Then he delivered on his promise, burying his face in my pussy and devouring it like he was starving and I was his last meal. When he sucked my clit into his mouth with his beard scraping against my sensitive skin, I went off like a rocket.
The orgasm was more powerful than anything I’d given myself, but he didn’t stop there. While I was coming down from my high, he worked a finger into my channel and stroked my inner walls until I flew right back over the edge. It wasn’t until I came a third time that he finally let up.
Kneeling between my legs, he slowly undid each button on my shirt and nudged the material apart until my breasts were revealed to his heated gaze. My puckered nipples pushed against the white lace confines of my bra. I had a moment of insecurity because I knew they were small, but the fire that flared in his eyes sent all my worries scurrying away. My nipples hardened further when he licked his already wet lips and murmured, “Knew your tits were going to be perfect. Gonna splash my come all over them someday, but that’ll have to wait because I’m not gonna let go anywhere but inside you for a good long time.”
I swallowed hard as he whipped his shirt over his head, my eyes going wide at all the ink he had. I arched my back when he went to pull mine from my body. After he unclasped my bra, his head dipped low so he could suck one of my nipples deep into his mouth. I felt each tug of his lips in my core and tried to press my legs together to ease the ache, but I just ended up squeezing his outer thighs. “Feels so good, Garrison.”
“Gonna make you feel even better, my good little girl.” His breath was hot against the valley of my breasts as he switched his attention to the other side, sucking on that bud until I was writhing in need beneath him. Only then did he kneel up to pull his jeans down, his long, hard length springing free since he’d gone commando. He pumped the shaft with his fist a few times, a drop of precome dripping from the tip, before he lowered his muscular body over mine.
