handled her pulled her deeper into
his web.
His featherlight caresses on her arm loosened the knot in
her belly.
She nodded, unable to speak around her swollen throat. As
far as she was concerned, this man now hung the moon. The scars on her heart
faded a bit more as she fell harder. This was not a man who’d force her into
sexual situations she had no interest in. He made her feel like she was enough.
There would be no endless parade of women she was expected to watch fuck him.
“Just like I showed you how good sex can be, I’ll show you
what a real man is. A man who puts his hands on a woman is a coward.” An ugly
sneer twisted his lips. The disgust showed his outrage on her behalf. “You’re
mine now, Juliette. I take care of what’s important to me. If you ever feel
even the slightest bit uncomfortable, you call me and I’ll take care of the
issue.”
There had never been a male there to protect her. Even
before Peter. Now this strong, capable man was practically pledging himself to
her. He removed her hands from her knees and she slid back, watching him as he,
kissed her belly gently, playfully nipping and laving her skin with his tongue,
as if he could baptize her in his essence and exorcise the demons of her past.
His gentle care made her tear up.
Shooter lifted his dark head. “You’re always safe with me,
baby. I may yell and we might have some knock-down drag-outs because I’m a
hardheaded bastard, but I’ll never put my hands on you.” He cocked his head.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” Her heart bled as she gave a large chunk of trust to
a man. A gift she hadn’t been sure she’d ever be able to present again. She
cherished the softer side he trusted her enough to see. This wasn’t the Shooter
everyone else saw. Out in the world he was guarded and gruff, an impenetrable
mass of a man who intimidated others. Alone he peeled back the layers and made
her feel like the only woman in the world who mattered.
His body covered hers. She welcomed the warm weight of his
lower body pressing her into the bed. He captured her breast with his mouth.
Streaks of pleasure ran down her body, shifting the mood from sadness to
rebirth. He ground into her, teasing her slick entrance with his cock as he
stroked between her lips over and over, stimulating her clit.
Their bodies moved together in a silent dance and she
greedily drank in all he had to offer. A few more thrusts and she came undone
beneath him. Flashes of white detonated behind her eyes. Her body convulsed as
she transcended pleasure. This dangerous man had put a measure of healing on
her no amount of medicine or psychiatrists had been able to accomplish.
Grunting, he moved his head up and buried his face in her
neck. “I want to be inside you so bad it hurts, baby. Are you on birth
control?”
“No.” Her voice shook.
“I’m clean. I can show you my papers. I want to get you on
birth control so I can come inside you.”
The idea sent a thrill through her. It awakened something
primal in her, knowing he wanted to claim her so desperately.
He smiled. “You like that?”
“Yes. I’m clean too.”
“I figured as much, baby girl.” The endearment wrapped
around her and bound them as surely as a rope. They were sharing something
tangible she couldn’t name. A meeting of tattered souls brought together by
fate. “I’m close, baby. Can I come on you? Rub my seed over your skin and
pretend it’s inside that tight pussy of yours?”
“Oh yes.”
The room went silent except for his ragged breathing. The
cords of muscles in his neck and arms strained. A low moan filled the room and
he pulled out, painting her belly and chest white. The sticky, hot liquid
banished the lingering chill. Whatever existed between them wouldn’t be ignored
or pushed aside.
Chapter Eight
Juliette glanced at herself in the mirror and scowled. What
the hell did you wear to a party at a M.C. Club? Shooter assured her whatever
was comfortable would be
his web.
His featherlight caresses on her arm loosened the knot in
her belly.
She nodded, unable to speak around her swollen throat. As
far as she was concerned, this man now hung the moon. The scars on her heart
faded a bit more as she fell harder. This was not a man who’d force her into
sexual situations she had no interest in. He made her feel like she was enough.
There would be no endless parade of women she was expected to watch fuck him.
“Just like I showed you how good sex can be, I’ll show you
what a real man is. A man who puts his hands on a woman is a coward.” An ugly
sneer twisted his lips. The disgust showed his outrage on her behalf. “You’re
mine now, Juliette. I take care of what’s important to me. If you ever feel
even the slightest bit uncomfortable, you call me and I’ll take care of the
issue.”
There had never been a male there to protect her. Even
before Peter. Now this strong, capable man was practically pledging himself to
her. He removed her hands from her knees and she slid back, watching him as he,
kissed her belly gently, playfully nipping and laving her skin with his tongue,
as if he could baptize her in his essence and exorcise the demons of her past.
His gentle care made her tear up.
Shooter lifted his dark head. “You’re always safe with me,
baby. I may yell and we might have some knock-down drag-outs because I’m a
hardheaded bastard, but I’ll never put my hands on you.” He cocked his head.
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” Her heart bled as she gave a large chunk of trust to
a man. A gift she hadn’t been sure she’d ever be able to present again. She
cherished the softer side he trusted her enough to see. This wasn’t the Shooter
everyone else saw. Out in the world he was guarded and gruff, an impenetrable
mass of a man who intimidated others. Alone he peeled back the layers and made
her feel like the only woman in the world who mattered.
His body covered hers. She welcomed the warm weight of his
lower body pressing her into the bed. He captured her breast with his mouth.
Streaks of pleasure ran down her body, shifting the mood from sadness to
rebirth. He ground into her, teasing her slick entrance with his cock as he
stroked between her lips over and over, stimulating her clit.
Their bodies moved together in a silent dance and she
greedily drank in all he had to offer. A few more thrusts and she came undone
beneath him. Flashes of white detonated behind her eyes. Her body convulsed as
she transcended pleasure. This dangerous man had put a measure of healing on
her no amount of medicine or psychiatrists had been able to accomplish.
Grunting, he moved his head up and buried his face in her
neck. “I want to be inside you so bad it hurts, baby. Are you on birth
control?”
“No.” Her voice shook.
“I’m clean. I can show you my papers. I want to get you on
birth control so I can come inside you.”
The idea sent a thrill through her. It awakened something
primal in her, knowing he wanted to claim her so desperately.
He smiled. “You like that?”
“Yes. I’m clean too.”
“I figured as much, baby girl.” The endearment wrapped
around her and bound them as surely as a rope. They were sharing something
tangible she couldn’t name. A meeting of tattered souls brought together by
fate. “I’m close, baby. Can I come on you? Rub my seed over your skin and
pretend it’s inside that tight pussy of yours?”
“Oh yes.”
The room went silent except for his ragged breathing. The
cords of muscles in his neck and arms strained. A low moan filled the room and
he pulled out, painting her belly and chest white. The sticky, hot liquid
banished the lingering chill. Whatever existed between them wouldn’t be ignored
or pushed aside.
Chapter Eight
Juliette glanced at herself in the mirror and scowled. What
the hell did you wear to a party at a M.C. Club? Shooter assured her whatever
was comfortable would be
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