Page 39 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
“I love you too, Tara.”
I snapped my hips against hers, swiveling them to rake against that oversensitive clit of hers. And with every thrust of my hips, she gasped. I kissed her, repeatedly. Allowing her my air to breathe as I took her the way I wanted her. Spread out for me, helpless, and dripping with sweat and carnal juices. I captured her lips in heated kisses. I slid my teeth down her neck. I sucked at her pulse point until it was black and blue and she was nothing but putty in my hands.
And still, I wanted more.
“I want all of you,” I growled.
Her voice was nothing but a tired whisper. “You have me. All of me. Forever.”
“You’re mine, and no one else’s.”
She shook her head softly. “Just yours. Always yours.”
Sweat dripped down the nape of my neck. “Say my name.”
“Oh, Sly.”
I pounded against her. “Say it louder.”
“Sly, please!”
I growled against her ear. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Sly, please! Let me come again. Let me come again. I love you so much, Sly. Just—please it’s—oh, yes. Right there. Right there. Right—there—”
My orgasm swept me away as I stuffed her body full of myself. But it was all I could do to keep from collapsing onto the floor. The world around me titled and my vision dimmed as my orgasm barreled over my body. Something wet sprayed me, dripping to the floor via my legs as a small pool of liquid sat against the hardwood floor beneath the St. Andrew’s Cross. I captured her lips and swallowed her sounds. Thread after thread of hot arousal shoot from the tip of my dick, coating her as our bodies marked one another. Never in my life had I felt so attached to another human being. Never in my life had I felt an emotion this intense.
And as I buried my face into the crook of her neck, our bodies resting against the other, I knew one thing was for certain.
I’d never live another day of my life without this woman.
Because I loved her more than anything else on this fucking planet.16TaraSomeone shook me out of sleep. “Tara, wake up.”
I groaned. “Five more minutes.”
Sly’s voice sounded deeply in my ear. “We have to leave. Get up now.”
I opened one of my eyes. “What? What’s going on?”
He rushed around to put his clothes on. “We don’t have time. Come on. There’s a back way out of my apartment and—”
A booming sound came from the living room as the door crashed open. “Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!”
I shot up in bed and watched as men in black filtered into the studio apartment. Sly walked over to the bedroom door and tried to close it, but someone burst through before he could. With a sheet wrapped around my spent, naked body, I stood up quickly with my hands in the air.
“Federal agents! Get down on the ground!”
Sly snickered. “Over my dead body.”
I looked over at him. “Just do as they ask.”
Sly didn’t listen, though. “What the fuck is this, anyway?”
I watched a mean-looking man with the letters “FBI” stamped across his chest and my heart sank.
Did Ben put them up to this?
“Ma’am? You’re coming with me.”
Someone touched my arm and I immediately ripped away. “What?”
Sly shouted over the commotion. “Don’t you fucking touch her, you pig!”
The man gripped my arm again. “You’re coming with us, Miss Tara.”
I tried to wrench away again, but his grip was too strong. “At least let me put some clothes on. Hey. I just—will you wait just a second!?”
“Tara!” Sly roared.
“Sly! Where are you taking him!?”
I reached out for him as the officer holding me, well, held me back. It took three men to cuff Sly and haul his ass out the front door as tears rushed my cheeks. I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t even know what time it was. But judging from the lack of light outside the windows, I figured it was still the middle of the night.
“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on!?” I shrieked.
“Tara!” Sly yelled down the hallway.
“Sly! Don’t resist!” I screamed.
Then, a large man stepped in front of me. “You need to come with us, Miss Tara.”
I lunged at him. “Did my brother put you up to this? Huh? It wasn’t enough that these men saved his fucking ass as well as his job, but now he’s gotta leave with the upper hand? Is that it?”
The man grinned. “You’ve got no idea what you’re involved in, do you?”
Sly’s voice echoed down the hallway. “Don’t listen to them! Tara!”
I swallowed hard. “If you’re FBI, then you know my brother, Ben. He was working undercover until his cover was blown when he realized that the crew he needed to go after wasn't this one.”
The man holding me yanked me toward the door. “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure. You’ll have your chance to talk.”
