Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (34 page)

“Fuck, Eva,” he said as he
brought his hands around from her ass and pulled down her panties, slowly,
gently, until they were at her ankles. There wasn’t even a moment where she
considered stopping him. Instead, she stepped out of them as soon as they hit
the floor, and watched breathlessly as he tossed them across the bar.

Eva let out a little
surprised squeak when Will lifted her right leg and draped it over his
shoulder, causing the hem of her nightie to lift away from her neatly trimmed
mound. He just gazed at it for a few moments, as if he’d never seen one before.
After a few gentle touches with the tips of his fingers, both of his hands
opened up her lips to him, and he sunk his face into her desperately.

Fireworks exploded inside
Eva’s body as Will lapped expertly at her clit and pussy. She closed her eyes
and leaned back against the bar, moaning and crying his name as he spread her
wetness all over his face. She could feel him groaning against her pussy in
response, eager and happy to be doing the work, and it only made her wetter.
Her tangled fingers tightened in his hair as her hips bucked against his head.

“You better come for me,”
he said from between laps with his thick tongue. “I want you to come all over
my tongue, Eva.”

His words were so filthy,
so
hot
—Eva had always wanted to talk dirty during sex. Will’s words, and
his eagerness to bring her to orgasm, made her lose herself. She concentrated
on the rhythmic tongue flicks that teased against her clit until she couldn’t
hold back a moment longer. A shuddering climax consumed her entire body, and
she couldn’t help but pull Will’s face against her core by the hair. His tongue
didn’t lose its pace for a second as it continued to eagerly lap up the rewards
of his hard work. He only stopped once he was sure that the waves of her orgasm
had long since subsided.

Standing and pressing her
body against the bar with his own, Will kissed her hungrily, his mouth and
beard wet with her own juices. At his waist, he fumbled to unbuckle his jeans
and she reached down eagerly to help. A gasp escaped her lips as her fingers
first felt the hard, long dick as it was finally released. Without hesitation,
she began to run her hand up and down its length, drawing a shiver from the
gorgeous man in response.

“Eva.” She could listen to
him whisper her name forever. “Eva, I fucking need you.”

She groaned back and
kissed him. “I want you to take me—please. Take me hard.”

She heard him say her name
one more time before kissing her even harder, while at the same time fumbling
in his jeans to find a condom and roll it over his length. She waited
impatiently, running her hands up and down his muscular chest, anxious to feel
as much of his hard body as she could get her hands on, but much more anxious
to feel his hardness between her legs.

“Tell me you want me,”
said Will as he wrapped himself against her and pulled her leg up around his
waist. His cock was pressed right at the entrance of her pussy but he didn’t
push forward yet, choosing to tease her instead. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Eva dug her nails into
Will’s shoulders and moved her hips, begging with them. “I want you to fuck me,
Will. I
need
you to fuck me.”

He growled and pushed his
entire length into her wet pussy, and she answered with a cry of the deepest
pleasure. She both heard and felt her name in a hot breath that blew across her
ear as he began to pump, his hands squeezing her ass tightly for leverage as
her body was pressed against the bar with every thrust. In the cabinets below,
glasses rattled and tipped over loudly at the savagery of their fucking. Each
passing minute only increased the speed and power of his hips as they drove his
cock into her with relentless passion.

Eva let go of her
inhibitions. She tossed her head back and gave in to the feeling of Will’s hard
cock pushing deep inside, of his rough, desperate hands on her, and his mouth
greedily sucking on the skin at her chest. He pulled down the thin straps of
her nightie until her breasts were exposed, then pulled a swollen bud into his
mouth as he continued to fuck her.

“Are you gonna come again
for me?” he said, strained voice coming from around her nipple.

“Yes,” said Eva. “Yes,
please, make me come. I’m so close.”

Will leaned over her and
pulled her nearly naked skin against his with a strong hand. His growl sounded
right in her ear, breath hot against her sensitive neck. “You better come all
over my cock, Eva. I want to feel it.”

“Oh, fuck,” she said. His
dirty talk was all she needed to fall over the edge.

A second orgasm washed
over her with a fury, sending her whole body into wracking trembles. Underneath
her, Will began to cry out himself, his cock pulsing and twitching within her
womb, emptying into its wet latex shield.

Eva supported herself on
shaky arms against the bar with Will panting above her, both of them covered in
a fine sheen of sweat. Even still, within moments he was back to planting soft
exploratory kisses all over her chest between gasping breaths.

“I think that was more
than one question,” she said, closing her eyes to the continuing pleasure of
Will’s soft lips.

~ ELEVEN ~

Will woke up still feeling Eva’s skin on his own. He
dreamt of her wetness around his length, so real it hurt to wake up and find
himself on the scratchy couch alone, instead. His jeans confined his aching
erection uncomfortably, and he rolled over to sit up and rid himself of it.

Morning light was just
coming over the tops of the trees, but it still felt like too much to his tired
eyes. He and Eva hadn’t finished with each other until well into the night.
Hell, he was probably only asleep an hour or two. He still felt half-drunk on
whiskey and lust. After they fucked in the bar, Eva dragged him back up into
her bedroom where they continued, as quietly as possible, until Will was
finally so physically exhausted he couldn’t stay awake.

He wished again that he
could have stayed in bed next to Eva. Curled up against the soft heat of her
body, it felt like she was somehow feeding a hunger he didn’t even know he had.
But she had rightly cautioned against it, worried Charlie would get more upset
than he already was. So Will had pulled himself away from her, somehow, with
slow re-dressing and long, lingering kisses as she lay there like a work of
art, naked against the sheets.

I can’t remember the last
time I actually wanted to stay and sleep next to a woman. But she’s so
different.
There was an ache deep inside Will’s chest that he hadn’t felt in a
while. He put a hand there, uncomfortable, like he could rub it out.

This was bad, his gut told
him. Wanting to fuck Eva from the second he saw her was one thing, an
understandable thing, although his first instinct had told him to stay away.
But now that it was done, he didn’t regret for a second the fact that he could
now conjure the feel of her legs wrapped around him, or the particular feel of
her pussy when he was buried within its warm embrace. But he felt something
else happening to both of them that gave him cause for concern.

When he was with Eva, Will
felt the fog in his head clear up in ways he didn’t understand. He couldn’t
deny that. It was disarming, and distracting, and the truth was, Will had spent
so long now in the raging dark that seeing even a sliver of daylight made his
stomach twist up. Light wasn’t light anymore, not in his mind; light was fire,
and he was done getting burned. He couldn’t believe he had opened up to her the
way he did, about his past.

Eva, her sweetness—what
could he do but break it? That was why he had wanted to avoid doing this in the
first place with her, but the attraction was too strong. When she was around,
he couldn’t even think straight.

What was more surprising
was her own hungry lust. Not because he couldn’t imagine such passion coming
from a person like her, but rather, he thought of her like a delicate flower
that he didn’t want to pick from the garden, for fear of ruining its
loveliness. The fact that the flower chose to bloom and brighten once picked,
instead of withering and dying, was what had shocked him. He had been afraid to
really touch her, for fear of what someone like him could do to someone like
her.

Or was I more afraid of
what someone like her could do to someone like me?

Will swallowed hard
against the unsettling thought and his suddenly dry throat. He rubbed his hands
hard against his face and stood up from the shitty salon couch.
It doesn’t
matter, the end is the same. This can’t happen. She’s no different from the
rest of the women—time to get out of the champagne room.

Yet he wasn’t entirely
convinced. Those familiar thoughts seemed more foreign to him now. Almost out
of place. Shrugging, he cracked his back and shoulders and headed into the
kitchen to start up a pot of coffee. In any case, he resolved to stick with it.
Will had to create some distance between he and Eva. With any luck, he’d only
be here a day or two more, anyway. The cartel was sure to show up soon. He
could do his job here, and get the fuck out.

What job is that, again?
taunted another dissenting
voice within his head.
A job no one asked you to do?

He shook the thoughts from
his mind, focusing instead on the drip of the coffee machine, watching the way
the glass blossomed with steam as it brewed. There was stirring from down the
hall as Charlie left his bedroom and made an immediate turn into the bathroom
for about thirty seconds, then returned. Will had just poured his first cup
when Charlie came into the kitchen, dressed and more bright-eyed than Will
expected.

“Morning,” said Charlie as
he reached for an empty mug.

Will nodded. “Morning.”
His voice came out gruff and dry.

Charlie turned to him with
a frown. “Didn’t get much sleep?”

Will tried, but failed, to
hide the half-smile that crept to his lips at the question. Instead, he kept
his eyes down, hoping he didn’t look as stupid as he felt. “No, I guess not.
That couch is a bitch.”

Charlie gave him a nod, as
if in agreement, and filled himself a cup of coffee. “I need some breakfast.
Eggs?”

“Sure, I’ll take two.”
Will only just realized how grouchy his stomach was.

Charlie put his coffee
down and said, “I’m going to go see if Eva wants some.” He disappeared for a
minute, and when he returned, went straight to the fridge and started pulling
out ingredients.

“Are you still okay with
what we talked about yesterday?” said Will.

As he cracked eggs into
the skillet, Charlie nodded but didn’t look at him. “Yeah. I mean, as okay as I
can be, I guess. I’d just rather not shoot anybody, you know?”

I forget that there are
people like you in the world.
“Ideally, you won’t have to. But with a shotgun at that
range, you’ll be the most powerful fucker in the room. So you have to be ready
to nuke the place if it comes to that.” Antsy, Will stood up and wandered to
the other side of the kitchen, coffee in hand, looking out into the living
room.

“That’s really relaxing
language you’re using there, really putting me at ease,” said Charlie, turning
to give Will a half-smirk.

Will knew the guy was
doing his best to deal with all this bravely, and was actually doing a decent
job so far. Sometimes, he just didn’t know how to talk to people that didn’t
understand how he thought. “You only pull if you have to. If you’re pulling,
something’s already gone wrong anyway. This will give us a big upper hand, and
a chance to end it on our terms. But I’m not planning on you needing to touch
it.”

A sound from down the
hallway broke Will’s concentration. He watched until Eva skirted into his view,
dressed in her soft white bathrobe, her hair still disheveled. When she saw him
she stopped and smiled.

“And do your plans always
work?” Charlie flipped one of the eggs in the pan with impressive skill.

Will stared at Eva. He
devoured the beautiful vision and felt his lust fire anew. He stared until she
disappeared into the bathroom, a dull ache filling the void she left in her
wake.

Will didn’t care enough to
answer Charlie’s question with a lie.

“No. Not always.”