Page 34 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
“No, he’s not much of a talker.”
“Pity. I’d have a lot to say to him,” she said, biting her lip. I rolled my eyes, trying to make light of the situation. Secretly, I was a little jealous. I was beginning to realize I didn’t love the idea of other women hitting on him. I wanted him all to myself—as ridiculous as that idea was.
At the end of the day, once the place was empty and I’d closed up the cafe, I asked him if I could go up to the apartment again.
“I need to pack a fresh set of clothes. I’m also craving my favorite shampoo,” I said.
“I’ll come with you,” he said, in that deep sexy voice.
We went upstairs. Having him in my apartment once again sent shudders down my spine. He seemed so big in here, like he took up too much space.
Slowly, I started collecting the things I thought I’d need in my bag. Bolt stood in the middle of the apartment, hands stuck deep in his pockets, watching me like a hawk.
I could have told him to give me some privacy, but the fact was that I’d started enjoying having his eyes on me. I looked up at him, our eyes met, but he didn’t look away.
“You’ll have to spend the night with Sophie.”
“Behind the bar? Do you have another meeting?”
“Maybe for longer this time. No, it’s not a meeting. I have to go somewhere.”
I was standing at the edge of my single bed. My bag was open in front of me, but I stared up at him now.
“Go where?”
He glared at me bitingly. I thought he was going to tell me to mind my own business.
“We’re raiding the Silver Knights tonight.”
“Raiding them?”
“To get back the shipment Chip dropped off.”
My brows furrowed as I considered that for a moment.
“You’re just planning on going in there and demanding it?”
“We’ll have to steal it back.”
“Is that going to be dangerous?” I asked.
Bolt clenched his jaws.
“I guess it will be. It’s not like they’ll give it up willingly,” he replied.
My heart was beating fast in my chest. I shouldn’t have cared, but I knew I did. I gulped and took a step in his direction.
“What is going to happen tonight, Bolt? Are you going to get hurt?”
He stood where he was, looking squarely at me.
“The point is to try and not get hurt, but it’s a possibility.”
My throat had gone dry. I couldn’t fathom the details of a raid like this. What would it entail? How dangerous could it get?
“Will you come back in one piece?”
I had drawn even closer to him now and Bolt was watching me.
“I can’t guarantee you anything, Cassie. If something happens to me, there will be other people to look after you.”
“I’m not thinking about me at the moment!” I said.
He took a step toward me and before I knew it I was in his arms. He was holding me strongly. His grip was tight on my hips. His blue eyes searched mine. My lips were parted. I was looking up at him pleadingly. I wanted him to tell me he would take care of himself. That he’d come back to me again at the end of the night.
“Bolt…” I whispered his name in a heavy whisper and he held me close.
“Shhh…” His voice took over my senses and then his tongue was in my mouth. I felt it with a shudder. Taking hold of me. Possessing me.
He moved against me, pushing me back up against the wall of my room. My hands were all over him, tugging at his jacket, his shirt and his belt. Our kiss was hungry this time. Desperate.
Had he been thinking about it too? Was this what he wanted?
I was breathless with desire. Wet between my legs. While he kissed me, I felt his hand roughly part my thighs. He was pushing his hand down the front of my jeans and I gasped.
I pulled away from the kiss to stare into his eyes. His hand—warm and big and possessive—found my pussy. He had his jaws tightly clenched. His eyes were focused on me.
“You’re fuckin’ driving me crazy,” he growled.
I had no idea what he meant by that. Was he mad at me? Did he want me to stop? I didn’t know what I was doing. Then his fingers plunged into me and I felt him inside. I clung to him, feeling weak and overwhelmed.
This was what I wanted. From the first moment he lifted me up, when our eyes met. I wanted him to fuck me.13BoltMy fingers were inside Cassie’s deliciously moist pussy and I wanted more. She was pinned to the wall, exactly where I wanted her, and my hand moved swiftly inside her jeans.
Her juicy body was wrapped up with mine. I could feel every curve, every roll of her flesh move. She clung to me. I could feel her nails digging into my biceps and back. She had her neck stretched backwards, her face up to the ceiling. Her eyes were closed shut.
