RIDING DIRTY (Steel Titans MC Book 4) by Franca Storm (best books for students to read txt) 📗

took me aback, because it was gentle, almost tender, as he brushed his lips over mine. He was taking his time, exploring, savoring it.

His hands came up and cupped my face, a firm, dominant hold, as he deepened the kiss.

I grasped his leather jacket and tugged him closer still.

The aggression in the move kickstarted his.

A snarl escaped him, his hands dove into my hair, fisting and tugging roughly. It became a wild whirlwind of passion as he licked, bit, and sucked at my lips, before his tongue took over, sweeping into my mouth with an unfettered urgency.

Tasting.

Reveling.

Taking possession.

It was just feeling and need.

That need quickly took on an unbearable desperation.

More. More. More.

I had to have him closer.

I had to have all of him.

To be surrounded by him.

To feel him with every part of me.

To be unable to tell where I ended and he began. For us to be indistinguishable as two separate entities.

I had to be one with him.

I grabbed at his belt and hastily unbuckled it, then pulled down his fly.

He was there working with me in the next moment, jerking down his jeans and freeing his cock. He ripped open my robe, exposing my naked body beneath.

And then his eyes were on mine, holding me captive with the dark intensity flaring in them.

I couldn’t look away and I was only vaguely aware of him shifting his weight and mine, just moments before he thrust into me.

A strangled cry escaped me as his thick cock drove deep, filling me in the most delectable way.

His thrusts were deliberate, controlled, and clearly designed to make the both of us feel every single movement, and soak up every single drop of pleasure. His eyes didn’t leave mine, his gaze driving into the heart of me, and sending an all-consuming thrill through me. It was as sensual as it was intimate, forming a whole new level of connectivity between us.

Slade shifted his weight and grasped my hips tightly as he angled his cock, targeting that sweet spot inside me that unlocked a whole other level of pleasure. I bucked against him, thrusting with him. Pleasure tore through me and I couldn’t suppress a scream. I threw my head back, arching my back, giving myself over to it, to him.

He dipped his head and brushed his lips over my neck. The tender act had me melting in his arms, breathy moans escaping me.

But, being the king of subverting expectations, in the next beat, that sweet pleasure turned to a sudden spike of pain as he bit down. He soothed it with his tongue, then nipped me again, moving along the column of my neck, nip by nip.

At the same time, he started grinding against my clit, between thrusts.

The overload of conflicting sensations was a step too far, and I hurtled over the edge, ecstasy surging through me as my orgasm took my mind and body alike.

Through it, I was aware of Slade grunting and shuddering against me, as he followed me into bliss.

It was more than two bodies driven by lust coming together and playing out that desire and need to the absolute fullest. It was solace and salvation, two people exorcising the unrelenting pain, grief, and darkness that had infected them for far too long.

“Slade,” I croaked, raw emotion spilling out of me, as the weight of it all assaulted me now that I’d left myself open and bare without my defensive walls for protection.

“I know,” he said. He cupped the back of my head and held me to his chest. “I’ve got you.”

“Don’t let go,” I murmured against his shirt, as I tightened my grip around him, fisting my hands in his jacket for good measure.

“Never gonna happen,” he breathed, resting his head on mine.

Never was a really long time.

And I was more than fine with that.

17

~Slade~

 

I JOLTED AWAKE.

A high-pitched alarm blared through Willa’s bedroom.

Adrenaline spiked, anticipation building, when my first thought went to it being my phone and the alert I’d set up to tell me when Nolan was on the move.

Finally, I could take action and go after that fucker, and get this long drawn out mission done.

I lunged for the bedside table to snatch up my phone.

“It’s not yours,” a sexy sleepy voice called through the darkness.

I stopped short and rolled over to see Willa pushing up in bed and rubbing her eyes. “It’s my early-warning system.” She shoved her hair out of her face, then reached for her phone. “An animal probably tripped the alarm again,” she groused. “It happens more often than you’d think.”

“No problem, darlin’,” I said, relaxing back down into the bed, my head sinking into the mountain of pillows that she had lining the full width of the headboard.

I’d barely closed my eyes when a sharp slap to my arm had them flying open again.

“Damn, what was that for?” I grumbled, sitting up again and straining to see her through the dark, hoping she could see my pissed reaction.

Instead of that happening, she bolted off the bed, suddenly all frantic, telling me, “Get up. Get dressed ASAP, baby.”

Baby? Was that where we were at now? I had to admit, I was liking that more than I thought I would. So much that it pulled me from the immediate.

Another slap came my way, this time to my shin. “Slade, I’m serious! Get dressed!”

Her urgency infected me real quick, and I tossed the covers aside and jumped out of bed. “What’s going on?” I asked, as I snatched my clothes off the floor and hurriedly dressed, watching her do the same.

“Pack your essentials.”

“Answer me, Willa!”

Her gaze snapped to mine as she pulled on her tactical pants. “It wasn’t an animal. I have cameras at the first checkpoint, ten miles out from this property. I have a visual of two black, unmarked vans. If they stay at the same speed, we have approximately eight minutes and thirty seconds before they reach the safehouse.”

“Freeman and Nolan,” I growled.

“Maybe. There’s no time to check, only to act.”

“So,