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  Two hours later, they pulled back into the club’s parking lot. The party seemed to have dwindled, and the noise level finally receded to a sane level. Irritated, Moose parked his bike, and prowled inside, ready for a little tension reliever. The bar scene had thinned. Most of the women were gone or tucked away in a room already. He stalked through the main room and popped out through the back door. The fire had burned down. A few small groups were scattered in tiny clumps.

  While his eyes adjusted he scanned the area. His gaze latched onto a familiar frame.

  Joey laughed at something Lefty said.

  His jaw ticked and his vision blurred. Oh fuck no. If any asshole here is getting in her pants, it’s going to be me.

  Joey glanced up and tensed as if she could read the murderous thoughts going through his mind.

  His hand itched to connect with Lefty’s square jaw. The olive-skinned Casanova dipped his stick into anything that walked. Joey deserved better than that. He at least, would be discreet. Lefty had a habit of bragging about his latest conquests to anyone who’d listen. The thought of anyone slandering the bubbly woman’s name pissed him off. “Lefty.” Moose nodded at his brother while he stared Joey down.

  “Hey man, I was just regaling Joey here with some stories,” Lefty said.

  I bet you were. “Yeah.” Moose crowded her space and wrapped an arm around her waist, looking Lefty in the eye. He had just staked his claim.

  Lefty held up his hands. “I can see you don’t need me to keep you company anymore, Joey. It was nice talking to you.” Lefty gave a curt nod and turned on his heel, walking away.

  “What the hell was that, Moose? I’m not your piece of property,” Joey said. She slipped out of the circle of his arm.

  “So you weren’t the woman rubbing all over my cock in the hallway? Or was I just an able body?”

  “Oh fuck you.” She moved to brush by him.

  Moose gripped her wrist. “Where are you going?”

  “Away from the asshole who just came in while doing a piss-poor impression of a guy I actually liked.”

  Moose took a deep breath. “Look I’m sorry. Lefty has a well-deserved reputation of getting chicks in bed and giving a blow-by-blow to anyone who’ll listen. I didn’t want you to get caught up in that.”

  “Why not just say that?” she retorted, rolling her eyes.

  “’Cause it pissed me off that I had to leave. Then I come back and see him trying to put the moves on you.” He grunted. “It didn’t sit right.”

  “I’ll let it got this time. If you ever come at me like I’m a whore again, I’ll hand your balls to you. I don’t give a fuck who you are or how much weight you have on me.” Her words were low and weighty. The narrowing around her eyes and tightness of her mouth told him she meant every word.

  If she’d been any other bitch, he would’ve called her on it. Instead, all he felt was respect. “Understood,” he said.

  A heartbeat passed.

  “Good, now are you going to take me to your room or what?” Joey asked.

  His jaw dropped. Was this chick serious?

  “Clearly, we have some unresolved sexual tension between us.” She shrugged.

  “Shit, Jo-Jo, I never know what to expect from you,” he said.

  “It’s a gift.” She winked.

  “Say your goodbyes to your friends and meet me in my room in ten minutes. I don’t want to be interrupted again tonight.”

  “I’ll make my rounds.”

  Moose watched her ass encased in her skinny jeans as she walked away and knew this would be one more reason he would burn in eternal flame someday. He had no business with a woman like this. Still, he wanted her, so he’d take her. Fuck her out of his system, so he could move on.

  In his room, he tossed the clothes from the floor into a duffle bag, pitched it into the closet and changed his sheets. He wouldn’t fuck her on the same sheets as the last biker bunny. Careful, you’re treating this too much like a date. The last time he’d had one of those he’d been twenty and fresh from Canada, right after his mother died. A light knock on the door drew him from his depressing past. “Yo,” he said.

  The door slowly opened and Joey peered in. Her oval face looked radiant in the light. Her almond-shaped, whiskey-brown eyes threw sparks at him. She slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

  He rose from the bed. “Lock it.”

  Joey did as he asked.

  He walked over and placed an arm on the door above her head, blocking her in with his body. The pulse in her neck jumped and he bent down to nibble on her jaw. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he said. He sank his teeth into the flesh of her earlobe.

  Her back arched and she pushed into him. Heat rolled off her frame.

  “Damn, baby. I can feel your heat through our pants. Are you wet for me, Jo-Jo?”

  She moaned and he pulled away, wrapping his hand around her throat. “I want to hear you say it.” He caressed the soft skin of her neck with his thumb. Living silk, her warm cocoa-brown flesh begged him to mark and mar it with his teeth and tongue, place a claim that would linger long after this night became a faded memory.

  “I’m dripping wet for you, Moose.”

  Her sultry-sounding declaration made his cock twitch. “Jesus, I love the sound of my name on those rosy red lips of yours.”

  Her pink tongue darted out to trace the aforementioned body part and his dick grew impossibly hard. “By the time we’re done, there won’t be a part of you I don’t know, Josephine Brooks.”

  Her breath came out in gasps and her pupils dilated.

  “You like the idea of my mouth, my hands on you?” He slipped his hands under her soft top and cupped her lush breasts.

  “Umm—you know I do.”

  “Damn, I bet those beautiful tits overflow in my hands. I can’t wait to take them in my mouth.” He brushed his thumbs over the hardened peaks through the lacy material of her bra.

  “Moose.” Her voice came out raspy and full of need.

  Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you everything you want. “You have too many clothes on. Let’s lose this jacket.” He stepped away enough to help her slide it down her arms and tugged at her top.

  She held her arms up, helping him peel off another layer. High, firm breasts supported by a pink scrap of lace stood out against her sienna skin.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. Look at these gorgeous-ass breasts.” He cupped them, pushed them together and licked a path between her breasts.

  “Moose.” Joey brought her hand up and gripped his hair, squirming to line his mouth up with her nipple.

  “You want me to suck ’em, baby? All you have to do is ask.” He smirked, continuing his torture as he moved closer to her nipples without making actual contact.

  Her fingers flexed. “Fuck. Suck them.”

  The ragged plea turned his cock to granite. He latched on to her nipple through her bra and lightly pinched its twin. She cried out, and he sucked harder. She bucked her hips and knew he could make her come like this. Never one to let knowledge go to waste, he continued to ply her nipples with his mouth. He unbuttoned the top of her jeans and slipped his fingers inside. Heated liquid and the scent of arousal wrapped him in a passionate haze.

  “Oh God.” She widened her stance, giving him more room to play.

  He removed his mouth from her breast and cupped her pussy. “So hot for me, aren’t you? For tonight, all of this is mine.” He pinched her swollen clit between his fingers.

  “Oh, I’m going to come,” Joey whimpered.

  “You close, baby?” he asked. He moved his fingers, manipulating her slippery flesh.

  “Yes—yes.”

  “This one’s for you, Jo-Jo. Let go. Come all over my hand, baby.”

  Her body quivered, and he bit at his bottom lip, watching her come to life. She thrashed her head from left to right as she gripped the nape of his neck and moved against his hand.

  “That’s it, baby, take whatever you need. Yo
u know I’ll give it to you, don’t you?” Moose said.

  “Yes. K-knew it’d be like this,” Joey said.

  Her admission made him growl. “You felt that fire, didn’t you? Saw how much I wanted to fuck you against any surface I could pin you to.”

  She moaned long and deeply.

  A fresh gush of cream covered his fingers. He gathered the moisture and slipped inside her entrance. Her walls clamped down on his finger and she came. “I’m going to fuck you through it, baby. You will never fully come down when you’re with me. I promise you that.”

  Eventually, her quakes stopped and her eyelids fluttered open. She blinked, struggling to focus.

  “You back with me?” He smiled.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  He removed his hands from her pants and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Sweet and spicy, she hit his tongue and made his taste buds come alive. “So good, but I need a hit straight from the source.”

  Her eyes widened. “What about you? It’s your turn.”

  “No, I’ll get mine when you’ve been well satisfied. Seeing you come gets me off, beautiful. I want to make sure you’re ready for me when I take you, because there won’t be anything gentle about it.”

  Her mouth formed an O as she stared at him.

  Moose grinned, hooking his thumbs expertly into her jeans and underwear, then smoothly slid them down her legs. She stepped out of her flats, resting her small hand on his shoulder as he helped her move away from the puddle of clothing. “Spread your legs. I want to taste you.” He wrapped his hand behind her knee and placed her long leg over his shoulder.

  Braced against the door with one foot firmly planted on the ground she was an Amazon goddess come to life. Light danced off her supple skin and the lips of her waxed pussy glistened with her cream.

  He nuzzled her clit with his nose and she grasped at the short strands of his hair, then ground against his face. Fuck yeah! Moose sucked on her clit.

  Joey cried out, yanking at his hair as he kept a rhythm. Her legs shook badly.

  Moose braced himself and lifted her other leg as he held her against the door, ravaging her like the beast he’d been named for.

  She screamed his name, fucking his face for all she was worth as she clamped down on his tongue, holding him like a python between her full thighs.

  He swallowed down every bit he could, licking every inch of her. Insatiable, he couldn’t get enough. The last time he’d had something so pure and clean, he’d been a boy. With her ass cupped in his hands, he moved back, supporting her weight as her legs lowered to the ground. “I want to fuck you now, baby, you ready?”

  Her eyes snapped open. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for the past year.”

  His jaw dropped. She’s wanted me that long?

  “From the minute you walked out of the club I’ve been wondering how you’d feel between my legs. It’s my main fantasy while I masturbate. I’ve cried Moose hundreds of times just as I orgasm, calling out your name when I bring myself to orgasm.”

  “Fuck, Jo-Jo.”

  “Yes! All night, any way you want it,” she said.

  “And what do you want?” he asked cautiously.

  “To be used, exhausted and completely satisfied.”

  The honesty in her eyes shook him. “That I can give you, Jo-Jo.” He ran his hand over her clavicle. “Go get on the bed on your hands and knees, and stick out that sweet ass.”

  She made her way to bed on wobbly legs as he tore off his clothes. Naked, he palmed his stiff cock, stroking his length as he approached the bed. She had an apple-shaped ass. He smacked it and she hissed, pushing toward him. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you, Jo-Jo?” He delivered four more strikes and smoothed his hand over her heated flesh, soothing the sting he’d created. She glanced over her shoulder, and he swore he’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

  With her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, framing her face she looked like a dark angel. Her delicate features, high cheekbones, full lips and button nose were exquisite in her passion. “Only for you,” she said.

  Unexpectedly, he noticed a tiny dimple in her left cheek. The minor detail pulled them into a bubble of intimacy he never intended to create. If he were a pilot, he’d be calling mayday. This woman made of living fire was dangerous…for so many reasons. “Time to get wet, so I can get inside you,” he said. He climbed onto the bed behind her and rubbed his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy.

  She sat up on her knees, wrapping an arm around his neck as she rubbed along his length.

  Fresh liquid coated his cock, and he moaned. “Damn…baby.”

  “I want you to make you come so hard. Just like you did me,” she said.

  Her husky whispers made him groan. “C-condom,” he managed. She had him slipping.

  “I’m safe and on birth control. Please, I want to feel you come inside me.”

  With her sensual words, his heart thudded.

  “Don’t you want to?”

  “Clean, I don’t bareback,” he said. Disappointment filled her eyes, and he knew he’d give anything to erase the look. “Tonight, I’ll make an exception.”

  “Yes…” She released her grip on his neck and returned to all fours.

  Her guttural cry snapped his control. “Brace yourself, baby. I’m coming into that pussy. I’m going to make it mine, tattoo my name on your walls, and fill you up with my come. That what you want?”

  “Yes. Moose, please?” She wiggled her ass.

  “So eager,” he said. He reached between them and guided his head inside her tightness. “So tight and hot.”

  “More,” she said, her voice sounded hoarse and full of need.

  “Easy baby, I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulled out and pushed back in.

  “I can take it, please, please?” She scraped his neck with her nails.

  The sting vibrated through him and his control snapped. He plunged deep, and she screamed. “Is this what you want? Like this?” He gripped her hair tight, riding her hard as he pounded inside her, going as deep as possible.

  “Yes, like this, like this!”

  He clenched his teeth as his balls drew up, determined to make her come once more. Her slick walls were a heavenly palace, welcoming him as they shaped and stretched to fit him. His eyes rolled back in his head, as he released her silken locks to reach around and rub her clit. She tightened around him, shaking. He let go, spraying her insides with sticky, thick fluid. A throwback to caveman days hit. Satisfaction and pride swelled in his chest.

  Thoughts of one and done went right out the window.

  Chapter Two

  It was a mess. A crazy, passionate, beautiful mess and Joey loved every moment of it. She studied her face in the mirror Moose had brought into his room for her and ran a brush through her damp hair. That night after the party had opened Pandora’s box. They couldn’t keep their greedy hands off each another.

  A pang of guilt struck her. A month later, she still hadn’t told her friends. At first, the secrecy made the sex even hotter, and then she hadn’t wanted to hear the lectures. Moose wasn’t like Shooter. He didn’t want commitment. Their lives remained mostly separate, except for the time spent together after the sun went down. And how doesn’t that make you a whore? Her stomach curdled. Did my mother think the same thing? That it was just a bit of harmless fun?

  Heat flooded into her cheeks as shame hit. What the fuck am I doing? Panic began to pound on the walls she’d built up with lies. The intensity hadn’t faded. She wasn’t getting him out of her system. If anything, she’d already encoded him in her hardwiring. Her heart thudded against her ribs and she stood, dazed. If they hadn’t agreed to meet Shooter and Juliette here, she’d bail. She covered her face with her palms and sucked deep breaths in through her mouth, willing herself to calm as she exhaled through her nose.

  The bathroom door opened and Moose frowned. “You doing that yoga thing now?” he asked.

  She latched on t
o the flimsy excuse and nodded. “Yep, just trying to get ready to play it cool when we meet Jul and Shooter. Are you sure she doesn’t know?”

  “Hey, what goes on in the club stays here. No one’s going to rat me out. I don’t see why you care. Is this slumming for you?”

  “What? No.” She shook her head. “I just don’t want them to try to turn this into something it’s not.”

  He laughed. “What? You think they’ll be ready to start planning wedding number two?” He dropped his towel and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers and pulling them up to cover his well-sculpted ass. “It’s not like you to be so sensitive and touchy. Are you about to get your period?”

  His avoidance of the parameters of their non-relationship made her angry. She balled her hands into fists and took another deep breath. “And if I am? Should I head back to my place tonight?”

  “Don’t be a bitch, Jo-Jo. You know I don’t give a shit about that, more lubrication for me and sensitivity for you.” He glanced up and flashed her a wicked grin.

  Her face flamed, and she peered down at the floor. This man had her doing all sorts of things she’d never imagined.

  “So fucking cute that you still blush.” He pulled on a long-sleeved black t-shirt.

  Joey scowled. “I’m black. I can’t blush.”

  “Your face might not show it, but you sure as shit blush. I’ve learned your looks over the weeks.”

  Flutters filled her stomach.

  “Are you going to finish getting dressed? I think they’ll figure out something’s off if they get here and you’re still in your panties and underwear.”

  She grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it at his head.

  “What the fuck, Joey?”

  “You’re being a dick,” she said. She spun on her heel and moved to grab the clothes she’d laid out on the bed.

  Moose lifted her up into his arms.

  She squealed. “Put me down!”

  “Not until you tell me what’s going on with you,” he said.