Page 30 of Brooks (Dirty Misfits MC 1)
“Oh, Brooks,” she whispered.
I kissed down her neck. “Fucking hell, you taste amazing.”
I smelled her pussy as her juices gathered in her panties. I fisted the fabric of her dress, ripping it up over her thighs before my fingers fell between her legs. Her head fell back as she parted them for me, her sounds mounting as I rubbed that swollen little clit through her panties.
“Brooks, I-I-I—I need—”
I wrapped my hand around her throat. “Tell me what you need, beautiful.”
Her eyes lifted to meet my own. “To be filled.”
I ripped her up from my bike and spun her around. She squealed and yelped as my hand twisted into her hair. I bent her over my bike and threw her dress over her hips, groaning at this sight of her lovely peekaboo panties. Her ass cheeks were rounded like perfect little globes made just for my hands. And as I ran my free hand over them, I committed their map to memory.
Before pulling her panties off to the side.
“Brooks! Shit!”
I staked myself inside of her. “Good shit, you’re tight as fuck, Raven.”
“Oh, God. Please. Fuck me, Brooks. It’s been so damn long.”
I gritted my teeth together as I yanked her head back. She cried out my name for the wilderness as I pounded into her, listening to my bike squeak with our movements. Her ass cheeks bounced against my pelvis. Her juices leaked down my balls. My toes curled into my boots as I released her hair, wrapping my hand around her stomach.
Before I slipped my fingers beneath her panties.
“Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Brooks. Brooks. Please, Brooks! I’m so close!”
I pressed my fingers against her clit. “Fuck yourself on me. Do it. Take what you want.”
She pressed her hands against the leather of my bike and fucked her body against my cock. I stood up and relished the scene as her pussy grabbed me tightly. The tension was too great. Her warmth was too much. And as my knees buckled, I caught myself against my bike and pressed my lips to the shell of her ear.
“Come with me, Raven,” I growled.
Her head fell back against my shoulder and I captured her lips. She unraveled against me, the pulsing of her pussy pulling me over the edge as I growled down the back of her throat. I swallowed her sounds. I rutted against her as my dick painted her walls. She collapsed against my bike, huffing and puffing as sweat dripped down the nape of my neck. And as I emptied myself into her, the smell of her womanhood wrapped around my head like a wild snake refusing to let me go.
Still, I stumbled back, watching as a trail of arousal connected the tip of my dick to her swollen entrance.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
She swallowed hard. “That was…”
I quickly stuffed myself back into my pants. “Guess that means no coffee for us.”
She giggled as she pointed to the puddle of coffee on the ground. “Too bad. I think we both could’ve used it.”
Her giggle made me chuckle, and before I knew it she was situating herself while laughing with me. I held onto her hand as she rearranged her dress and her underwear. Then, she tousled her hair to try and make it look like we hadn’t just fucked.
I just fucked my best friend’s wife.
“We should be getting back,” I said.
Her laughter ceased as quickly as it came on and Raven cleared her throat. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
I threw my leg over my bike. “Come on. We’ll get another coffee for ourselves before we head back.”
She climbed behind me. “You think the coffee in the back’s already cold?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. Hold on.”
After running to get us coffee so the guys wouldn’t question what we were up to, we headed back to the clubhouse. And the second I walked through the doors with my coffee in one hand and the to-go container in the other, I was rushed by a bunch of weak-kneed, muscle-bound men who couldn’t function without caffeine.
“Here, here. Take it. I sure as hell don’t want it,” I grumbled.
I set it on the table as the men rushed it. And while they sucked down the glorious black substance, I saw Raven make her way back down the hallway. She peered over her shoulder, our eyes meeting for the first time since our sin, and I saw the sorrow in her eyes.
It matched the sorrow in my gut.
You fucking asshole.
Chops’ voice rose above the chaos. “Guess this is as good of a time as ever to call church!”
He clapped his hands as the guys lumbered over toward the couches and the recliners, flopping down to make themselves comfortable. My eyes trailed after Raven until she disappeared into the darkness, I guess making her way for my bedroom. So, I turned my attention to the guys and went to stand in the corner by the main window. Peeking outside and making sure we stayed safe during our meeting, like I had always done.
