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  She had her hands still on the edge of his jeans, and he noticed they shook. He placed his hands over hers, stilling her nerves, and leaning back slightly to look in her face. “It’s okay, baby. We can go as slow as you need, or we can wait as long as it takes.”

  She had her mouth parted slightly, but then she shook her head and smiled. “I want this. It’s just been a long time, and I guess my mind is still in the past.”

  He cupped the side of her face with one hand, leaned down, and kissed her softly.

  “I want this though,” she said against his mouth.

  Tuck released the button of his jeans then, his erection pressing against his zipper and demanding to be let free, like some wild, primitive beast. All he could think about was that she was here, really here with him, and that she smelled and tasted so fucking good.

  Mouths still latched in a demanding kiss, Tuck gripped her hips, moved them into the living room, and pressed her ass to the back of the couch. Never removing his lips from hers, he slowly lowered his zipper, pushed his jeans down, and groaned deeply when his cock pressed right against the soft, warm flesh of her belly.

  She was so curvy and thick, shaped like a woman, like his woman. He loved it, loved every inch of her. When she placed her hand on his cock, a groan ripped from him, seeming to reverberate through the entire room.

  “Baby, I want to make sure this is really what you want, that we aren’t rushing into it.” He looked into her eyes. “I can wait until you’re ready, even if that takes forever, sweetheart.”

  The arousal moving between them was intense, real, but he wanted her right here with him and not stuck in her head, nervous and afraid.

  “This is what I want. You are what I want, Tuck.”

  He pulled back and cupped her cheeks with his hands. God, she was so beautiful. She was perfect in every way, so delicate and vulnerable and innocent, but so trusting of him.

  She licked her lips, her hand still on his cock, her eyes wide, and the trust on her expression making him feel pride that she gave it to him. In a softer voice she said, “This is what I want, what I need. I’m ready for you, Tuck.”

  Her bra still covered the mounds of her breasts, and he wanted her totally naked for him, bared in every single way. He’d worship her body so she knew that he loved every single part of her. Tuck took off her bra in a matter of seconds, set it to the side, and stared at her large, round breasts. The tips were peaked and tight, the color a deeper rose shade. He pulled back only long enough to take off his shirt and set it aside, too. Then he grabbed his t-shirt behind his head, pulling it up and off. He wanted to feel her naked skin against his, feel her softness to his hardness. He wanted to claim her like there wasn’t anyone else in the world for either of them.

  And there wasn’t. He’d make sure she knew that until he took his last breath.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jana looked at Tuck’s chest, marveling at the hard, muscular definition, the way his flesh was tattooed, looking dangerous, violent, powerful. She touched his pecs, felt him flex the muscles beneath her palm, and breathed out slowly. God, he was so hard.

  He had tattoos that lined both of his arms from wrist to shoulder, and the Brothers of Menace patch he had inked on his pectoral. This man was in his club for life, and she was so happy that things had worked out. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel like his club demise had been all her fault, even if she hadn’t made him come after her. If she hadn’t been stupid and fallen for William none of this would have happened. But then again she wouldn’t have had her little boy.

  Raw, unadulterated lust slammed into her, so fast and fierce it took her breath away, had her knees starting to shake, and her pulse increasing. She’d never felt this kind of desire before. She took her time in examining his godly body, in memorizing every part of him. He still had his pants on, but the hard outline of his cock pressed against the material.

  Taking hold of the material of his jeans, she parted the denim, reached inside, and grabbed hold of his dick. He groaned, she gasped, and the heat from his erection speared through her entire body. He was huge, thick and long, with a bulbous head at the tip. Before she could drag her gaze from the sight of his dick, he had his hands on her waist again and pushed her pants and panties down before she could even blink.

  “This is mine,” he grabbed her ass, right below the cheeks, and lifted her off the ground, turned with her in his arms, and set her ass on the back of the couch. When he leaned forward and started licking and sucking at her pulse point below her ear a low sound of desire left her. She shamelessly leaned into him, seeking more … needing more.

  He closed the small space that separated them, and she felt her pussy become soaked even more when the slickness at the tip of his dick smeared along her belly. God, he was as hard as steel, so hard, and he wanted her. The bare, hot, and hard length of him pressed to her belly, and he placed his hands on her breasts, molding those big palms to the mounds. He squeezed gently, had her body lighting up impossibly more.

  His hands on her breasts made her feel weak, womanly … wanted. Tuck turned her around so suddenly a gasp left her. Jana was bent over the couch, her breasts hanging freely on the back cushions, and her ass and pussy in view. She felt free with him, safe and protected, and knew that he’d never hurt her, that he’d never hurt Braden.

  Looking over her shoulder she saw him take a step back, and she instantly felt the chill in the room. She felt crazed when he was this near, aroused beyond belief, but she always wanted more.

  “You’re so damn delicious to look at. I am going to devour you, baby.” His voice, low and dominating, sent a thrill of dark desire through her. Although she knew that right now he was not being as commanding, as dominant as she knew he could, she loved that he showed her who and what he really was. That’s what she wanted, the Tuck that fascinated her, and the one that had risked everything to bring her back home.

  Her breasts felt sensitive, and the tips felt hard and almost painful, like the tiny peaks could cut into glass. Every erogenous zone in her body tingled as he stood there and stared at her, looked at her most intimate part. She wasn’t self-conscious of her bigger body, at the fact she may be considered overweight because of her size sixteen frame. It was a woman’s body, a healthy size, and she embraced it.

  She saw the way he appraised every inch of her, stared at her ass, her legs … her pussy. It made her wet and needy. He was aroused, his big dick standing hard and out in front, pointing right at her. He had a dark patch of trimmed hair that surrounded his cock, and a small trail that stopped right below his navel.

  “You trust me, baby?” He breathed out hard. “I need to hear you say you trust me, because I swear to every fucking thing on this world that I’ll never hurt you or Braden.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “I do, with my life, and with my son’s.”

  He nodded once, a hard, shuddering sound leaving him. “Good, because I’d never do anything to break that trust, to make you question how much I care about you.” He took a step forward, just an inch, but she felt the heat from his body spear her like a hot knife through butter.

  “I care about you, too.”

  “I’d kill anyone that hurt you, that thought about harming you,” he said, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself. She had no idea how to respond to that admission, no idea how to process such a declaration. Jana knew he meant those words with his life, with his very soul. She’d seen the way he took down the men that had meant to hurt her, that had harmed her.

  “Tuck.” She said his name softly, hoping he could hear the desire in her voice. Hell, she felt it in her bones, and swore it was like a speaker blasting it around them.

  His cock straining forward, his gaze on her, and his words going deep, should have told her that he knew exactly what she felt—it was exactly what he felt, too. Tuck was this hardcore biker, a man that wasn’t all about soft words and sweet sentiments. He didn’t follow rules, placed his life on the line for
others, and wasn’t traditional in any sense. He was coarse and aggressive, hard and all male, and he was staring at her like he wanted to eat her alive.

  “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, so innocent compared to the likes of my old, violent ass.”

  She clenched her hands on the cushions.

  “I shouldn’t want you because of the type of man that I am, the things I’ve done in my past, but also in the present. I don’t give a shit about the law, or what rules are, Jana.” He moved closer to her. “All I care about is getting what I want, and what I want, what I’ll only ever want, is you, baby.” He stared at her eyes, moved an inch closer so he was right behind her, his cock between her thighs now. His gaze was scorching, and it took everything in her to breathe as he watched her with half-lidded eyes that reflected exactly what he wanted … her.

  “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you, Tuck.” She slowly licked her lips as she watched him stroke himself.

  “I’m a crude fucking bastard, Jana, but with you, and only you, I want to be this man that can touch you softly, kiss you gently, and getting you off by doing nothing but breathing on that pink little pussy of yours.”

  She sucked in air at his erotic words.

  “But only with you, Jana, because I am not a gentle man.”

  She knew that, and wouldn’t want him to change. The man he was made her heart race and her palms sweat. “I just want you, all of you. I don’t ever want you hiding yourself from me, Tuck, or thinking I can’t handle the type of intense man you are.” She breathed out. “Just be with me, and give every part of yourself to me.” Her pussy was wet, soaking, and she wanted his dick inside of her, finally claiming every part of her. He’d stretch her, make her burn and yearn for more, but it would never be enough.

  For a moment he didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. He stroked himself still, stared at her splayed legs, her pussy between them, and his chest rising and falling as he breathed. And then he groaned deeply, closed his eyes, and clenched his jaw.

  “Spread your legs as wide as they’ll go, Jana. Let me see how pink you really are.”

  His coarse, to the point, language sent her reeling, had her desire skyrocketing, and she didn’t even hesitate to obey his command. Never had a man spoken to her in such a way, or had her to the point she was inflamed and delirious at the same time. The demand did something to her insides, and made her feel weak yet strong all at the same time.

  Her heart thundered hard, and she spread her legs wide, doing exactly what he ordered. This really was what she wanted, to have Tuck taking control, being there for her like no other man ever had. He wanted her, not just for sex, but also for something more meaningful. She knew that, felt that, and heard it in every word he spoke. He wanted to take care of her and Braden, be there and protect them. How could she not fall for a man that wanted to do that for her and her child?

  Chapter Fifteen

  God, Jana was so wet, so soaked that she felt her arousal slide down her inner thigh. He was on his knees only seconds later. He spread her thighs wider, staring at her like he wanted to drown in her, and all Jana could do was watch him with what she knew were wide eyes. He started licking at her slit, running his tongue up and down the center of her pussy, groaning against her flesh, and having her clit swell with the need to come.

  “Rub your pussy all over my face, baby, make me work for your orgasm.” He licked at her harder, stuck his tongue inside of her pussy, and then dragged it up and sucked on her clit. He moved his tongue around that hard bundle of nerves, hummed around it, and curled his fingers into her outer thighs. He was possessive in his words and actions, yet gentle in the way he held her.

  He continued to suck at her until she was thrusting her pussy against his face, just like he’d told her to do. She wasn’t shy, wasn’t ashamed of what she was doing. Jana wanted more, wanted to do what he said until she couldn’t even think straight let alone hold herself up.

  When he sucked on her clit especially hard she threw her head back and came, didn’t care that she screamed out and begged him for more. “God, yes Tuck, more.”

  “I’m going to give you so much you won’t be able to breathe, Jana,” he murmured against her flesh again, sending her pleasure soaring higher.

  When he finally pulled away from her she sagged on the couch, trying to catch her breath, her bearings, and not able to even comprehend what had just happened. He’d gotten her off by oral alone, had her coming so damn hard she was frenzied inside. But before she could even say anything, maybe tell him that she wanted more and wasn’t nearly done, he pulled her away from the couch and had her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulders, and just rode out the post-euphoric high that he’d given her.

  They were now in his bedroom, and once the door was shut he placed her in the center of the mattress. She’d slept in here when she stayed with him, but the scent of him seemed even more intoxicating, more potent now. She inhaled deeply, moaned softly as she watched him, and knew she’d never get enough of this man. Jana wanted nothing more than to feel his powerful body over hers.

  “Your pussy juices are all over my mouth still, Jana,” he said low, deep, aroused. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and then did the same to his top. He took a step toward her, and she swallowed. Her breasts were thrust out in invitation, but he didn’t touch them, didn’t even look at them. “I’m not nearly done licking this cunt of yours, Jana. I’m not nearly done having you come undone all over my mouth.”

  “God, Tuck,” she breathed out.

  He dropped to his knees between her thighs, placed both his hands under her ass, and lifted her to his waiting mouth. Their gazes locked for a heartbeat, and the feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy once more could have made her come right then.

  “I could eat you out all night and never be satisfied, Jana.” He licked up her slit. “I could feast on your pussy until my tongue was swollen and you begged me to stop and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

  She looked down the length of her body, saw the way he held her thighs open, the fact he stared at her as he licked and sucked at her, and she felt like her heart would burst right through her chest. The sight of his face, the light and shadows slashing across it and making harsh lines along his square jaw, seemed to make him more dangerous, more powerful. Every erogenous zone in her body lit up, came alive, and it was all because of Tuck. He had to know the effect he had on her, that she was transfixed, enthralled by him.

  Oh, he was doing such wicked things to her with his tongue, such potent and pleasure inducing motions that she was moaning like a banshee, not caring that she might even sound like a wounded animal. Tuck ran his tongue up the center of her body, sucking her wetness off his lips and clit, and causing more of her cream to come from her. She loved the sloppy, soaked sounds that surrounded them as he ate her out, and curled her toes into the sheets beneath her.

  He grabbed both of her thighs, right under her ass, and lifted her legs so she was forced to place them over his shoulders. He placed one hand on her belly, keeping her stationary, and used his other hand to slip between her ass and the mattress, lift her bottom up to his waiting mouth, then attacked her pussy even more ferociously.

  “Just ride it out, baby,” he said against her soaked, sensitive flesh. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations, so agonizingly slow with licking her pussy, sucking on her clit, that she found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more. Honestly, she needed more from him.

  She reached out, grabbed the back of his man bun, and tugged at his hair, trying to pull him closer, or maybe she was trying to push him away because the feelings were so intense. And when he finally pulled back, breaking the spell he had on her, she groaned.

  “I want to go slow, Jana, to savor this, but I also want to make you scream my name in mindless pleasure.”

  She panted and watched him, loved that his mouth was glossy from her arousal, re
d and swollen from what he’d just been doing to her. “I just want you, want you any and every way I can have you, Tuck.” The arousal still pounded through her bloodstream, crying out for more.

  He didn’t respond right away, but he did pull back all the way and sit back on his knees, his hands on her inner thighs now. “Place your feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs, Jana,” he said softly, huskily. “I want to see you spread for me, eager for my dick, baby.”

  She did as he asked because Jana needed his mouth back on her, at least until she came again, and then she’d want his dick in her, claiming every part of her body. When she was in the position he wanted Tuck smoothed his hands up her legs, framed her pussy with his fingers, and resumed licking her. She closed her eyes, just enjoying this man touching her. There was only Tuck and her right now.

  He went back to eating out her pussy, licking her slit, sucking on her clit, and before she knew it she came long, hard, and wailed out for this man. Her legs shook with the desire that poured into her, her heart raced, and her body felt like it was covered in a light sheen of sweat. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove his face more deeply into her pussy until the pleasure finally receded and she could breathe.

  “That’s it, baby, just let yourself go for me, and know I’ll take care of you.”

  “Tuck,” she said his name softly.

  “I love when you say my name like that, all sated and content because I made you feel that way.” He gave her sensitive pussy one more lick before pulling away and staring down at her.

  When the tremors started to dissipate, she breathed out.

  “I want your body always wet for only me.” His voice was rough, deep, like sandpaper scraping over her skin. He really had nothing to worry about in that department.