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  Her question catches me off-guard, just like almost everything else out of her mouth. I cannot fucking figure her out. One minute she’s pissed at me for trying to help her and another she’s inviting me to go shopping with her?

  Before I can give her a verbal response, she sighs and says, “Fine. We’ll fuck first, but not upstairs. It’s a disgusting pigsty.” Snatching my hand, she tugs me along behind her toward the door without another word. I’m not sure if I heard her correctly, but I refuse to ask again in case she changes her mind. Before we leave, I do wave my hand in Malcolm’s direction. He barely gives a nod in response before his attention goes back to his woman bouncing frantically on his lap.

  In fact, while I was at the bar ordering a bottle of whiskey that was quickly forgotten, it looks like the entire place turned into a goddamn orgy with almost everyone coupled up and getting their freak on.

  I can’t deny that I’m in desperate need of a good fuck. And I can already tell that Maeve is going to give me everything I need and more if she doesn’t change her mind again and punch me in the dick first.

  Chapter Four

  Maeve

  “Where are we going?” Wirth asks as I pull him toward the sidewalk.

  “To my apartment.”

  “Shouldn’t we take my bike?” he asks in a hurry, his voice giving away his urgent need. So much for him ‘just being nice.’ He’s like every other man, only acting the role of a good guy to get laid.

  “It’s only two blocks away. We’ll be there in a second,” I reply off-handedly before my conscience gives a twinge. He offered to help fix my car, so it would be pretty messed up if I let his ride get damaged tonight. “You know what, let’s take your bike,” I agree as I abruptly change direction.

  There’s a moment of silence, and then he’s jerking on my hand, pulling me to a stop so that I have to face him. “Are you sure about this? You seem a little…wishy-washy.”

  He asks the question like it isn’t already a forgone conclusion that he’s going to get lucky.

  I don’t have to think about the answer this time. “Yes, I’m sure,” I reply, and it’s actually the truth.

  Not once but twice tonight this man has appeared out of thin air and saved me from bullshit. The first time with my car I was annoyed because I thought I had everything under control on my own and didn’t need any help. But the second, well, I’m grateful beyond belief to not only escape Titus, but the bar itself for a little while. Titus is always a selfish lover who thinks he’s so high and mighty that he doesn’t need to reciprocate orgasms.

  Wirth continues to stare at my face, watching me closely under the light of one of the streetlamps before he finally says, “Okay. As long as you know that this isn’t a tit for tat.”

  “It’s not?” I ask, disappointed to learn he’s not a giver but a taker.

  “No. I’ll fix your fucking car either way.”

  “Oh. Right,” I mutter when I realize he’s referring to me not needing to pay him back for the car. There’s still hope for mankind in bed, or womankind, as the case may be. “So you said. No strings attached. I’ve got it.”

  “I mean it,” he declares.

  “I’m sure you do,” I huff with a grin because he just won’t quit trying to be the good guy. “Now, can we please get moving?”

  The last I checked it was nearly eleven. The clock is literally ticking. I thought a trip to the store would be the best plan of escape, but this, being with Wirth, will work out even better.

  “Fuck yes,” he replies, the desperation in his voice ringing loud and clear.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  “You take the helmet,” Wirth says, placing it on my head before he straddles his bike, looking sexier than any man has a right to look. “I’ll go slow so you can call out directions.”

  “It’s just the apartment complex on the next right, the apartment at the end on the first floor,” I explain, climbing up behind him.

  “You live alone?” he asks over his shoulder before cranking the engine.

  “Yes. Why?”

  “A single woman shouldn’t live on the first level. That’s where thieves break in first,” he explains. And oddly enough, the protective spiel is actually working for me, turning me on even more. Probably because I’ve never had a man worry about my safety, at least no more than rolling on a condom to make sure he doesn’t knock me up.

  “I can take care of myself,” I say defensively. “And I have a younger brother who visits…”

  What the fuck is wrong with me? Why did I tell him that? I’ve made it for nearly six weeks with the Knights without revealing as much information about myself.

  “Glad there’s someone to look out for you,” Wirth says before he finally gets us on the road, taking it slowly. “Huh,” he mutters when we come to a stop a second later. “We could’ve walked.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I agree. “But, ah, it’ll be easier to hop on and get to the store after.”

  I climb off and hang his helmet on the handlebars to start walking toward my door, Wirth right behind me once he turns off his headlight.

  “Right,” he agrees. “Wouldn’t do to run out of condoms.”

  Spinning around to face him in surprise, I say, “How did you know that’s what I was going to get?”

  “I read your lips from across the bar,” he says, staring at them now in awe like they’re the Holy Grail that he’s been searching for his entire life.

  Goosebumps cause the hair down the length of my arm to go up at the thought of him watching me without me even realizing it. It’s a little…stalkerish, sure, but it also makes me feel safe and protected. That’s obviously how he saw Titus approaching me and trying to drag me up the stairs before he intervened.

  “Relax, Romeo,” I say as I wet my lips with my tongue to enjoy the pained, yearning look on his handsome face. Grabbing the front of his belted jeans to pull him closer, I lean up to whisper in his ear, “You’re definitely getting your dick sucked tonight.”

  Before I can pull away, his arm shoots out, reaching around to squeeze my ass cheek low enough that he also grabs the hem of my dress. So, when he presses forward, his fingertips drag through the crack of my ass, making me gasp because he moved so fast and is so, so close to my pussy.

  Now, he whispers in my ear, “And you’re definitely getting your pussy fucked by my tongue. That’s the only way my cock will ever fit inside of you.”

  I can’t figure out how to respond to that as his fingers find my thong and give it a sharp tug to pull it tight against my clit. I’m all out of teasing and jokes to call bullshit on the exaggeration of his size because I can’t think about anything but his face between my legs.

  The only word I can verbalize at the moment is, “Okay.”

  “Okay,” Wirth agrees, removing his fingers tangled in my thong to slap the shit out of my ass cheek that’s no longer covered by my dress. He hits me hard enough to make me jump as my palms fly out to grab his wide shoulders for balance at the same time my thong becomes soaking wet. “Lead the way.”

  I would if I could, but it seems that this man, this biker who came out of nowhere, has short-circuited my brain with arousal so sudden and strong that my feet and legs can’t remember how to walk at the moment.

  Chapter Five

  Wirth

  I can’t figure out if Maeve is having second thoughts after I slap her ass or if she’s turned on. She’s frozen in place for several silent seconds until a car horn honks in the distance.

  Finally, she moves. Her palms slide down my chest and stomach, then her right hand cups my hard cock through my jeans.

  “Jesus, you’re big,” she mutters as her eyes lower to my appendage. “You weren’t joking.”

  “That a problem?” I ask Maeve.

  Most men would love hearing women talk about how big their cocks are in awe, but not me. It’s usually the precursor to me trying to wedge it inside them and failing either because it won’t go or they change thei
r minds and give me a hand-job instead, which is a poor substitute for fucking.

  “God, no,” she says, squeezing her fingers around me one more time before she lets go to pull on the shirt under my cut. “Let’s go.”

  We’re outside of her first-floor apartment a second later. Maeve retrieves a keyring from inside her purse to unlock the door and let us inside.

  I only get to look around the tidy, minimalist space with no pictures on the wall before she pushes me down on the comfy microfiber sofa. After that, she’s all I can see when she kneels down between my legs, her fingers working diligently to unfasten my belt to get my fly down. I have to shove my open jeans down my thighs a few inches in order to make room for my dick to be freed from my boxer briefs.

  “Holy shit,” Maeve says quietly, her eyes widening as she wraps both of her small hands around my thick shaft. I start to think she may change her mind about the blowjob when she opens wide and leans forward, her lips stretching as far as they can to cram the width of my crown into her mouth. It may only be an inch or two, but fuck me, it feels amazing when her tongue coats the underside of my flesh.

  All too soon she’s pulling her mouth off me. But she’s not giving up. Maeve runs her tongue around my head before licking stripes up and down the veins of my length, getting me good and slick so she can stroke me with her hands as she takes me into her mouth again. This time my dick goes a little further, all the way to the back of her throat. I could come right then and there, but Maeve obviously doesn’t have a gag reflex as she goes even further before pulling off, sucking me hard as she does.

  After that, her head begins to bob in a rhythm that grows faster and faster as I watch in complete wonder while she gives me the best blowjob of my entire fucking life.

  Fuck my jealousy from earlier. I don’t care how many men Maeve’s been with or how many she’s had at one time. Now I know it was all worth it for her to learn to be a goddamn goddess on her knees for me.

  When her green eyes look up at mine while her mouth is full of my cock, seeking my approval, I realize I’m clutching the sofa cushions so tight they may tear. I’m also biting my lip so hard it’s probably bleeding to keep myself from moving or making any sound that could cause her to stop.

  Now, I can’t hold back any longer.

  “Oh, fuck, Maeve,” I groan, but it comes out like more of a deep, animalistic growl. Seeking more of her mouth, I slouch lower on the sofa as I grab the puff of hair she pulled up on the top of her head. When she takes the hint, letting me thrust a little deeper down her throat, I start to come as I shout out garbled words that don’t make any fucking sense, “MARRY ME TO-FUCKING-MORROW, WOMAN!”

  That’s when Maeve gags for the first time in what I think is caused by her laughing before I pull out of her mouth to tug on my cock. As I finish myself off, Maeve leans forward to take my head back into her mouth, applying suction to the crown to pull my seed from me with force. My entire body jerks and shudders with pleasure – more pleasure than I’ve felt in fucking years.

  “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” I groan through the aftershocks thanks to Maeve’s vibrating moans that make it sound like she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.

  That’s impossible.

  But I do plan to give her as much pleasure as she gave me.

  Reaching down, I grab Maeve’s waist and pull her up on the sofa.

  “Ah! What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle when she’s on my lap, resting her hands on my shoulders.

  “Stand up,” I order her. “Now.”

  “Right here?” she asks in surprise.

  “Right fucking here.”

  I help her get each of her feet on either side of my thighs and hold her legs to steady her until she grabs onto the back of the sofa behind my head.

  When she’s steady, I reach under her dress and jerk her thong panties down to her ankles before I dive underneath the hem. My lips find her inner thigh first, giving it a lick and a bite with my teeth before kissing my way over to her pussy lips. With the first swipe of my tongue on her clit, her legs give out and she’s practically sitting on my face, which is absolutely fine with me.

  Maeve

  “Oh my god. Ohmygod!” I scream when Wirth’s tongue and lips attack my swollen bundle of nerves. Having a man go down on me has always been the one thing that will loosen me up, ever since my first time when I was terrified…

  This isn’t anything like that night.

  And while I’ve never come on a man’s tongue before, either because they didn’t know what they were doing or didn’t do it long enough, I think I’m already close. Hell, I can barely hold myself up on the back of the sofa as my knees turn to jelly and my body presses down hard on Wirth’s mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind. He just keeps going faster and faster, even adding one finger that he slips inside of me, then two. Now, oh god, three!

  Based on the embarrassing slurping sounds coming from underneath the skirt of my dress, I’m about to get off like this, standing on a stranger’s face.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out in encouragement when he starts pumping his three fingers inside me while the tip of his tongue batters my clit until the room starts to spin and goes dark.

  “Oh! Oh, fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!” I scream. And without the least bit of self-consciousness, I press my hips down and ride the waves of pleasure on his face and fingers.

  Jesus Christ.

  Orgasms from sex are never this good. Now I know what all the fuss about oral is, and what I’ve been missing.

  I’m still floating in the haze of lust when I hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper. Then, Wirth lowers me, arranging me so that I’m sitting on his lap, my knees spread on either side of his thighs. He tugs the top of my dress down to get his mouth on my tits, then lines up his cock with my dripping wet entrance. Since he’s not fully hard yet, he eases right inside, getting thicker and harder each second afterward.

  The intrusion is only a little uncomfortable at first until my body stretches to accommodate so much of him in such a tight space.

  But after that, I’m slick enough that it feels nice to start moving up and down.

  “Fuck yeah,” Wirth grunts as I hold on to his shoulders, putting us face to face. His dark blue eyes are heavy with arousal when he says, “That’s perfect, doll. Don’t stop.”

  “Couldn’t…if I…wanted to,” I tell him, and he grabs the back of my head to bring my mouth to his. When he lets go, our eyes remained locked on each other, our lips close enough to softly brush on every slow downstroke as I ride him. Both of us are almost awestruck and completely captive to this moment in time.

  It’s the closest I think I’ve ever felt to anyone during sex, like it’s not just about him trying to get off in a hurry, but he’s making sure it’s good for me too. Not to mention that if we go any faster, he could possibly tear me apart now that he’s rock hard again.

  Chapter Six

  Wirth

  “That’s it. Oh yeah, that’s so…fucking…good,” I tell Maeve through my clenched jaw, letting her control the speed and depth as we fuck. It’s all I can do to keep myself in control and not throw her down on her back to pound into her tight pussy like a jackhammer.

  I have to admit that slow is good too, building the pleasure gradually until it feels like I’m going to burst if I don’t come.

  With one fist in the back of Maeve’s hair and the other squeezing her ass, I press her down on me hard, hoping she’s close.

  Finally, when I think I won’t last a second longer, Maeve throws her head back. Digging her fingernails into my shoulders, her lips part and she gasps what sounds like my name. She bounces a little faster, those beautiful tits jiggling in my face, right before her pussy starts clenching, pulsing around my shaft. She’s so fucking sexy and having her orgasm on me feels like heaven. Finally, I let go of the tightly wound tension in my body, giving myself over to the ecstasy.

  We’re both still lost to the shuddering waves of pleasure when I hear a phone chim
ing off in the distance.

  As our bodies begin to relax, Maeve collapses against me, and the noise gradually becomes louder and more frequent, ruining the most incredible sex of my life.

  Maeve presses a kiss to my cheek and says, “You should probably answer that.”

  “That’s me?” I ask since it hadn’t even registered as my ringtone yet. And I can’t say I even care who is calling when my deflating cock is still buried inside of its new favorite place in the world. I’m so big that I won’t ever slip out. No, I’ll stay right here until Maeve dismounts from me.

  She doesn’t yet, not even when she reaches down to dig into my jean pocket to pull the device free. Offering it to me, she finally, sadly, pulls my cock free so she can stand up.

  I start to beg her to come back when I see the lit-up screen of my phone. “Huh,” I mutter, finding I missed five calls from Nash. The only time Nash ever reaches out to me is if Malcolm’s called a meeting. Since I just saw Malcolm banging his woman, I’m thinking a meeting is the last thing on his mind right now.

  Nash calls again before I can listen to the multiple voicemails he also left.

  “Yeah?” I answer, my voice still sounding lazy and sex drunk.

  “Oh, thank fuck!” Nash exclaims in my ear. “Where have you been? I thought you were dead!”

  “Dead?” I repeat in confusion.

  “Some assholes just shot up the goddamn bar! Fiasco and Malcolm were hit, along with Hunt.”

  “What the fuck?” I shout in disbelief. “Someone shot up the bar!” I tell Maeve, who has her back to me as she slips her dress back on. Her shoulders stiffen before she looks over one and asks, “How bad is it?” which is my very next question for Nash.