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

Am I good to head up to your room, or do I need a security card, or something?”

“I’ll walk you up, make sure you get there okay.”

Before I could say much else about it, Slade was wrapping his arm around me and leading me away from the bar, and into the inner sanctum of the Steel Titans clubhouse.

“I feel so special,” I jested, as we stepped into the back corridor.

He gave me a gentle squeeze. “Special don’t even cover it.”

That had me smiling like a lovesick fool, warmth taking me over, as I relaxed into him, and let him lead me toward his room.

I could get used to this relaxed, upbeat facet of our togetherness.

It was a big departure from what the two of us had always been used to.

And I was enjoying every moment of it.

***

I sighed contentedly.

“A shower can make all the difference, yeah?” Slade said, reading me well as I walked back into his bedroom. His eyes roamed over me, my hair still slightly damp, just a white cotton bath towel covering me.

“A shower. Toothpaste. A hairbrush. They all feel like luxuries after a rough mission.”

“Preaching to the choir,” Slade agreed. He gestured at my arm, which he’d saran-wrapped to protect the bandage from the shower water. “Here, let me get rid of that now.”

“It’s fine. I’ve got it. You don’t need to.”

“I know I don’t need to. Hell, you don’t need nobody’s help, woman. But I like… taking care of you.”

Aww. “Is that right?” I teased, perching on the foot of the bed beside him.

He reached out gently and grasped my arm, getting to work on the saran wrap. “Yeah, it is. That gonna be an issue for you?”

As I watched him take off the wrap methodically and carefully, I pondered his question for a few moments. “I thought it might, but it doesn’t. It works with the way we are together. It’s mutual in our case.” I grinned. “Plus, I know you respect the hell out of what I do. You’ve seen my power up close and it doesn’t threaten you. Rather, it gets you off, and it’s one of the things you enjoy about me.”

“Good,” he said, planting a soft kiss on my bandage, then releasing my arm. He balled the wrap up, then tossed it into a garbage can across the room. He rose from the bed and stripped off his tee, laying it over a nearby chair. “And, just for the record, the way you are does a hell of a lot more than just give me a hard-on. It calls to me, darlin’, like nothing else, nobody else.”

“Slade,” I choked out, his sweet, earnest confession hitting me down deep. I rose to my feet and stepped into him, placing my hands on his bare chest. “I feel the same way about you.”

His eyes flamed.

His arms were around me in the next moment, pulling me tight to him, as his mouth descended on mine, taking me in an intensely passionate kiss. I gasped at the raw emotion infecting the both of us, the weight of it all pouring into the kiss.

The next thing I knew, he was ripping the towel from my body in one powerful tug. He gathered me into his arms and climbed onto the bed, straddling me, his big, muscular body covering mine.

Frantic with the need building, everything only exacerbated by our forced time apart, I grabbed the belt of his jeans and hastily undid it. I popped his fly and slid my hand inside, grasping his raging cock. A guttural groan came from him, sending a spark of desire right through me.

But then he broke our kiss and stilled my hand on his cock. He propped himself up with the other as he gazed down at me, concern filling his sexy amber eyes.

“Slade?” I questioned.

“You’re sure you’re up for this?”

“Of course. Why?”

“Just… you ain’t at your best, ain’t well.”

“I told you I’m fine.”

“Willa.”

I stroked my fingers over his cheek and he turned into my touch, wanting it, needing it just as much as I did. “I’m good to go. I want to. I want you. I need to feel you all over me, baby.”

My words relit that fire in him and the ravenous powerhouse that was Slade Mitchell as a lover surged back into being.

His mouth crashed down on mine once more and he descended upon me.

Yes!

 

***

“Deeper.”

I could barely get the word out, it came out as little more than a choke.

On my hands and knees on his bed with my ass in the air, I was drowning in the pleasure of Slade’s erotic torment.

It was our third round of the night and he was still going strong, insatiable with his need for me. Hell, he wasn’t alone there.

His tongue unleashed an onslaught on my pussy, while he also treated me to another realm of pleasure as his finger teased my asshole.

“Nah,” he said, briefly coming up for air and whispering huskily in my ear. “That ain’t gonna be enough for you, darlin’.”

I shivered with anticipation, wondering what he was planning.

A moment later, I felt the added thickness of another one of his fingers joining the party. He stretched me slowly, excruciatingly slowly, making me desperate to feel more, to experience every drop of new pleasure from the anal play he was treating me to.

I couldn’t contain myself another second, begging, “Please, baby. Fuck me.”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah. Yeah, darlin’.”

He eased his fingers out of my ass. Before I could protest the loss, he spread my cheeks apart, exposing me and holding me at his mercy.

I jolted in surprise as I felt the wet, warmth of his tongue circling my asshole, rimming gently. My pussy clenched at the foreign, delectable sensation of such a sensitive area being tended to.

The soft, easy style didn’t last long. Before I knew it, Slade was snarling and losing it, his lips and teeth coming into play as he delivered on his erotic promise a while back, eating my ass. I