The two guys nodded, but expectation still hung in the air as though they expected me to pull the answers out of a hat like some damn magician.
Detection isn’t my strong point. In fact, it’s a skill notably absent from my skill set. As I’ve said before, by the time I get to any given situation, it’s all cut and dried.
“And by we…” I added, “I mean you guys. I’m just the cleanup crew.”
Reilly nodded; his lips compressed but he didn’t argue. Smart guy. Ducking down, he parted the blinds to look through.
“Speaking of cleanup. Looks like Mr. and Mrs. Kaufman are home.” His words dampened the mood in the room. Owners meant one thing. Two people were about to find out their child had died. He cut a look at Troy. “The less anyone knows at the moment, the better. Take her out the back. I’ll call you with updates.”
Troy got me out of there so quickly my eyes practically rattled in my head. One moment we were standing in the same room as Reilly, and the next Troy was tucking me into his car. I started to argue and then realized the space I’d parked my bike was empty. Just like last night when Troy had to take me home. Bastard thing was making a habit of leaving me high and dry. I grumbled under my breath while Troy drove. We were going to be having words when it showed up again. Lots of bikers talked to their bikes, not just me, and those were normal bikes, not the semi-sentient pain in the ass mine was.
Troy slowed and I looked out the window, realizing with a start where we were. And it wasn’t my motel.
“Your place?” I arched an eyebrow at him. Like most girls, I’d spent hours in my teens in front of the mirror trying to master the perfect pout. I’d only managed to look like an angry trout, so I’d given it up as a bad job. “Hoping for a replay of last night, eh, stud?”
“Only if we can skip the fight in the kitchen part.” He gave me a sidelong glance, the hint of a grin curving those oh-so-clever lips. That lip-lock on the picnic table felt like an eon ago.
I didn’t give him time to get around to my side of the car to open the door for me. I’m a big girl. I can open my own doors. “Sure, skip the fight. How about we just fuck in the kitchen instead?”
Our gazes locked, the tension in the air between us ramping to super-nova in less than a nanosecond. I knew my crude words did it for him, and the dark desire in his eyes sent a shiver through me, anticipation stroking delicate fingers down my spine before heading lower. My clit ached and pussy clenched as memories of last night came rushing to the fore. I needed, yearned, to feel him within me again. Feel that long, thick cock filling me to the hilt.
To say he hurried me into the house was an understatement. A strong hand wrapped around my upper arm as he unlocked the door and all but hauled me inside. The door slammed, the sound barely fading before he shoved me back against it.
His lips crashed down over mine in a torrid kiss. The moan escaped before I could stop it, a soft breathy sound of need that matched the desperation swirling within. Parting my lips, I gave him the access he sought. His tongue drove deep, seeking mine to tangle with—to stroke and tease even as he pushed against me, his body hard and urgent.
I broke away to gasp, my head slamming against the wood with a small thud. He drove his hand into my hair, holding my head back in a little display of dominance that stoked the fires within. I wanted this, wanted him. I needed him with an intensity I’d never felt, and frankly, that scared the hell out of me.
His lips trailed a line of caresses down my exposed throat. Bending, he slid strong fingers behind my knee and hauled it up over his hip, trapping it there with his arm. His hand stroked up my thigh to cup my ass and pull me against him. He was hard, rock solid, the iron bar of his erection pressing where I needed him most.
“Ohhh, yeah...” I wriggled but his hold was firm. I was pinned, captured...and I loved it. He moved up, planting a biting kiss on my chin before he rolled his hips. The pressure of his cock at the same time his teeth scraped gently over my skin made my eyes roll back in my head, pleasure the likes of which I’d never felt exploding like small supernovas in my veins. I managed an incoherent groan, the sound lost as he claimed my lips again.
There was no preamble. He parted my lips with a hard swipe of his tongue and drove within. This time there was no doubt who was in charge.
He was utterly dominant. Utterly delicious. Utterly mine.
He broke away, his whisper rough. “Too many clothes.”
Hell yeah, I had to agree with that. Less clothes was better. My hands joined his to shuck my jacket, and he yanked my top from my pants so quickly the sound of tearing cloth filled the air. I laughed, but the sound turned into a gasp as his hand slid underneath. He didn’t bother going up, even though the girls ached for a little attention. Instead he shoved his hand down, fingertips under the leather of my pants as he fought with the button fly.
“In a rush, lover-boy?” I teased between kisses, shoving his jacket off his shoulders. It caught on his biceps, deceptively heavy muscle there, and his hand in my pants foiled my plan to get to his skin.
“Rush? You have no idea, baby.” He pulled back to look me in the eye and the expression almost made me come on the spot. “I’ve been dying to get inside you since this morning. When I thought you were...”
He tore my fly open with a growl, his hand leaving my pants for a moment to shrug his jacket off the rest of the way. Anger added spice to the lust in his eyes. “You’re mine, Laney. The moment I saw you, you were mine.”
Normally proclamations of ownership from a guy get one reaction from me. Namely my boot in their ass. There’s the door, asshole. Don’t let it hit you on the way out. But this was different. The rough words made me melt rather than mad, and I had to hold back an honest-to-god whimper.
“You getting me, Laney?” His demand was harsh as he spun me to face the door. The wood was cool against my cheek, a delicious contrast to his hands as he yanked down my leather pants. “You’re mine and I’m going to prove it. Over and over.”
Hot, rough hands stroked over the curve of my ass and scattered my ability to think. The calluses on his palms abraded the sensitive skin of my legs, shoving the pants down further. They caught at my knees, too tight to step out of but that didn’t stop him. Instead he hooked strong fingers around my hips and pulled me a step from the door. His hand a fist in my hair, he bent me over and kicked my feet as far apart as they could go.
His belt clicked, the sound punctuated by our heavy breathing, and a second later the thick length of his cock slapped against my ass. I bit my lip, waiting for him to slide down and press home. My body tightened in anticipation, my pussy ready for his invasion.
He stopped suddenly. “Fuck!”
“Yeah,” I panted. “That’s the idea. Get on with it.”
He let go of my hair, bending over until his forehead rested against my shoulder. “No protection, babe. We’re gonna have to move upstairs.”
Upstairs. Move. Not happening. Not yet.
“Doesn’t matter.” I pushed back, grinding my ass against his cock. “Not human. Can’t catch anything. Can’t get pregnant.”
He breathed a sigh somewhere between relief and need, the warmth of his breath whispering over my back like a silken caress. Then he moved, pulling his hips back to change position. The broad head of his cock pressed against me, teasing the entrance to my pussy. My breath caught on a gasp when he pushed forward, sliding into me slowly, just half an inch. The pressure, the stretch, felt so good I moaned, my hands curling into claws pressed against the door.