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The evening came back to her in a slow slideshow of memories. They chatted. She’d confessed the incident with Oliver, and Lock had listened with rapt attention while holding the cutest sleeping infant in the world.
Then, they shared a kiss that rattled her to the core. The combination of tenderness and erotic passion made her heart ache as much as her sex. She’d always dreamed of such a connection. One as powerfully emotional as it was physical. Could she have found that with Lock, or was she merely projecting a dream onto one kiss?
And if so, did it matter? Nothing would come of it. They’d agreed to a friendship with a side of sex. He didn’t want more, and while she did, did she want it with a man like Lock? A man who lived outside the law? Who wrote his own rules and lived by an outlaw code?
If the closeness of his MC family and how they treated their women was any indication, maybe she did want a man like him. Her brain throbbed as she struggled to make sense of it all.
The longer she stayed sprawled out on top of Lock, the more aware she became of one very prominent fact.
More like a prominent bulge—the one between Lock’s legs currently nudging into her stomach. She couldn’t stop herself from wriggling a little, just to see what happened.
Lock rewarded her with a sleepy groan and a twitch of his cock.
Morning sex never appealed to her in the past. She needed coffee and a toothbrush to feel human and couldn’t get in the mood without feeling human. But today, nothing mattered beyond Lock and how much she wanted to feel all of him inside her finally.
Brenna lifted her head, finding his half-lidded gaze on her. “Good morning,” she whispered.
He brushed a stray hair behind her ear. She leaned in to the touch, aching for anything he had to give.
“Morning,” he rasped. His gruff, early-morning voice made her shiver. “Give me those lips.” His tone suggested it wasn’t a request. She shivered again as she slithered up his body.
One of the things she hated about Oliver was how he got bossy during sex. He loved to tell her where to go and what to do. No matter how often she complained, he’d rolled his eyes and never changed.
With Lock, she wanted him to order her around. She wanted to follow his every command, knowing it’d please him and end in explosive pleasure for her.
What made the difference?
Chemistry? Pheromones? Something deeper?
She couldn’t explain it, but she was drawn to him by a powerful connection that felt magnetic. She could no further resist it than she could stop breathing.
When she reached his mouth, she pressed her lips to his. Lock opened for her immediately. Their tongues tangled as they sank into a kiss so passionate no one would believe she’d been asleep two minutes ago. Brenna hiked her knees up and settled astride his torso. He ran his hands down her back, settling them on her ass.
She kissed him as though she’d never get the chance—long, delicious kisses designed to make them both crave more. Within seconds, kissing wasn’t enough. Her body heated as though the room had been set ablaze. She ground her pelvis against him. The way his cock nestled between her legs in just the right spot had her gasping and pressing down harder.
“Fuck, Bren…” He groaned and arched up.
She already missed his lips but couldn’t stand the feel of her clothing anymore. All she wanted was his skin on hers.
“Take this off,” she said, yanking at his T-shirt as she sat up. She tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. The bra went next.
As soon as he finished wrestling off his shirt, Lock stared at her chest. “God, those tits are perfect.”
The reverence in his voice and the awe in his gaze made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. Was this how people like Liv, Brooke, and Harper felt when their men looked at them? How incredible would it be to have that every day for the rest of her life?
Those lucky bitches.
She wanted it, if only for one morning.
He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples until she whimpered. “I want you so much,” she whispered. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.” A frantic urgency came over her. As though if she didn’t have him that second, he might disappear.
Brenna scrambled to remove her bottoms. Lock did the same. Within seconds, they were both completely naked, and she was clambering back on top of him. Her pussy was wet, soaked with the need for him as it always was when he touched her. He groaned as she ground against his thigh. The press of that thick limb to her center felt so incredible she paused to grind against him again.
“Christ, you’re leaving a mess all over my leg. You need this fat cock bad, don’t you?” he drawled as he stroked said cock with a firm grip.
“Yes.” Her pussy flexed. He had no idea how badly she needed him.
“Stretching you. Fucking you hard and deep.” He groaned, keeping his hot gaze on her. “You’re gonna be so tight. I bet you’ll squeeze the fuck outta my… holy shit.”
