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Authors: Becca Lee
Tags: Humor, Contemporary, Police, MC, love, cop romance, motorcycle romance, australian romance, Phobias
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was too close.
I gritted my teeth, determination to make sure she spiralled into oblivion before I chased my own need driving me. I shifted to my knees, still deep inside her, lifting her legs into the air. Her ankles rested against my shoulders. I grabbed her thigh, my other hand still working her clit, as I drove into her hard, lifting her hips with each thrust. I was deep, so perfectly deep.
Unable to hold back, I pinched Lena's clit, and she screamed. Her pussy pulsated around my cock while I gripped her hips with both hands and slammed into her even harder. I let go, succumbing to the need to fill her and then stilling as my orgasm hit. Lena's name sprang free unbidden. A claim. A desire for her to be mine. I had no idea if I was able to fully open myself up to a woman again, but it seemed Lena had made that decision for me. An intense need to fuck Lena every day for the rest of my life consumed me. Buried inside her, I swept a tendril of hair from her face, half anticipating her panic to kick in. When Lena smiled and brushed a kiss against my palm, all thought of anxiety fled.
Lena was mine.
Chapter Eight
LENA
I lay cradled in Mace's arms, barely believing what had just happened. I couldn't lie to myself and say that the two of us together had been the furthest thing from my mind. I'd fantasised about him so often, that would have been impossible. But when I'd escaped to the bathroom, trying to hide my tears because I thought I was screwing things up for him and I'd have to leave, the last thing I expected was to pounce on the dude, demanding a kiss and all but ordering him to fuck me.
My cheeks burned at the memory of my inner slut that came out to party with Mace.
Mace stroked his finger softly against my skin. I edged back so I could look at him. Damn, he was so freakin' hot. I could happily soak up the sexiness of him and bask in it all day. Throw in the mind-blowing orgasm he'd given me, and I could last a lifetime in a happy glow.
"What are you thinking?"
With his hands caressing my warm cheeks, it didn't take a genius to realise he'd noticed my blush. "Just thinking about us and what happened," I admitted. He raised a brow, indicating I should continue. I didn't miss the worry appearing on his usually schooled features. "I've never done that before." Mace froze, eyes widening in panic. "No," I reassured on a laugh. "I've had sex before." While a glimmer of relief appeared on his face, it also darkened at my admission. I fought back an eye-roll. "I meant been so demanding. Told a man what I wanted." It was difficult maintaining eye contact with him. Not only was his focus intently on me, but embarrassment crawled across my skin.
"You were fucking perfect." He shifted and leaned in to kiss me. I sighed against his lips, sure that I'd have to start pinching myself at some point. He pulled away all too soon. "Always tell me what you want, what you need. It was hot."
I latched on to the word “always”, not daring to hope that it would mean this could happen again between us. I'd never known Mace with a woman before. I'd heard there'd been a few over the years, but not many, and never twice. It was damn hard to keep a secret in the club for long.
He was still gazing down at me, and I realised I hadn't responded. I'd been staring in wide-eyed wonder at him. I cleared my throat. "Okay." When he smiled at me, my own mouth formed a wide grin. A smiling Mace was so hot. I reached out and stroked his bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. "You should smile more often."
He caught my hand in his and pulled my palm to his mouth, placing a light kiss on my sensitive skin. "Keep giving me something to smile about and I'll see what I can do."
Biting my bottom lip to hold back the grin that threatened to be so damn wide I was sure I'd look like a dork, I nodded.
"What?" he asked.
I shook my head at him and a lightness I hadn't experienced in such a long time settled in my chest. Over the last few weeks,
I gritted my teeth, determination to make sure she spiralled into oblivion before I chased my own need driving me. I shifted to my knees, still deep inside her, lifting her legs into the air. Her ankles rested against my shoulders. I grabbed her thigh, my other hand still working her clit, as I drove into her hard, lifting her hips with each thrust. I was deep, so perfectly deep.
Unable to hold back, I pinched Lena's clit, and she screamed. Her pussy pulsated around my cock while I gripped her hips with both hands and slammed into her even harder. I let go, succumbing to the need to fill her and then stilling as my orgasm hit. Lena's name sprang free unbidden. A claim. A desire for her to be mine. I had no idea if I was able to fully open myself up to a woman again, but it seemed Lena had made that decision for me. An intense need to fuck Lena every day for the rest of my life consumed me. Buried inside her, I swept a tendril of hair from her face, half anticipating her panic to kick in. When Lena smiled and brushed a kiss against my palm, all thought of anxiety fled.
Lena was mine.
Chapter Eight
LENA
I lay cradled in Mace's arms, barely believing what had just happened. I couldn't lie to myself and say that the two of us together had been the furthest thing from my mind. I'd fantasised about him so often, that would have been impossible. But when I'd escaped to the bathroom, trying to hide my tears because I thought I was screwing things up for him and I'd have to leave, the last thing I expected was to pounce on the dude, demanding a kiss and all but ordering him to fuck me.
My cheeks burned at the memory of my inner slut that came out to party with Mace.
Mace stroked his finger softly against my skin. I edged back so I could look at him. Damn, he was so freakin' hot. I could happily soak up the sexiness of him and bask in it all day. Throw in the mind-blowing orgasm he'd given me, and I could last a lifetime in a happy glow.
"What are you thinking?"
With his hands caressing my warm cheeks, it didn't take a genius to realise he'd noticed my blush. "Just thinking about us and what happened," I admitted. He raised a brow, indicating I should continue. I didn't miss the worry appearing on his usually schooled features. "I've never done that before." Mace froze, eyes widening in panic. "No," I reassured on a laugh. "I've had sex before." While a glimmer of relief appeared on his face, it also darkened at my admission. I fought back an eye-roll. "I meant been so demanding. Told a man what I wanted." It was difficult maintaining eye contact with him. Not only was his focus intently on me, but embarrassment crawled across my skin.
"You were fucking perfect." He shifted and leaned in to kiss me. I sighed against his lips, sure that I'd have to start pinching myself at some point. He pulled away all too soon. "Always tell me what you want, what you need. It was hot."
I latched on to the word “always”, not daring to hope that it would mean this could happen again between us. I'd never known Mace with a woman before. I'd heard there'd been a few over the years, but not many, and never twice. It was damn hard to keep a secret in the club for long.
He was still gazing down at me, and I realised I hadn't responded. I'd been staring in wide-eyed wonder at him. I cleared my throat. "Okay." When he smiled at me, my own mouth formed a wide grin. A smiling Mace was so hot. I reached out and stroked his bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. "You should smile more often."
He caught my hand in his and pulled my palm to his mouth, placing a light kiss on my sensitive skin. "Keep giving me something to smile about and I'll see what I can do."
Biting my bottom lip to hold back the grin that threatened to be so damn wide I was sure I'd look like a dork, I nodded.
"What?" he asked.
I shook my head at him and a lightness I hadn't experienced in such a long time settled in my chest. Over the last few weeks,
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