Page 30 of Falling Hard

Then my cheeks went red, and I jumped slightly when I felt Critter’s hand on my knee, slipping under my skirt. He leaned in, and his mouth went to my ear. “I give it a minute.”

I’d opened my mouth to say he was being stupid when his hand was ripped from my body.

“Touch her again, and you’ll fucking lose your hand,” Maiden said with a hiss, a burning rage unlike anything I had ever seen before filled his eyes.

How the hell did he get over here so quickly?

Critter put his hands up and excused himself. He gave me a wink and dared to say he’d see me later when my bodyguard wasn’t around.

“What the fuck do you see in him?” Maiden snapped at me.

He was acting like Critter and I were more than friends.

“He is nice,” I answered his question.

“So that’s what you like, is it, nice?” His words were slicing. “Guess I don’t make the cut.”

“Maiden—”

“You’re claimed, Emmie.” He placed cut over me as his eyes locked with mine with such passion. “You’re mine, and don’t fucking forget that.”

He glanced around the room, then wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to my feet before dragging me out of the crowded clubhouse.

The fresh air hit my face, and I thought he just wanted to talk in private until we were in the garage. As soon as the garage door shut, he locked it. I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but he gripped me roughly and wrapped an arm around me. Wiping the table with his other hand, he sat me on it. I couldn’t help but think that was becoming his signature move.

His lips were on my neck, and I gasped, feeling his intense kiss. Then he continued, his tongue slowly and seductively licking and sucking, working his way up. I gasped when he nipped my ear.

“What are you, Emmie?”

“Insane,” I replied automatically, and he nipped at my jaw harshly for it.

“You’re fucking claimed woman. That was the answer.” He roughly gripped my face. “Now tell me by who.”

My heart was beating at an incredible rate, and I locked eyes with his. I saw his desire and need to hear it, and I knew that I might regret it, but I found myself about to say words I never thought I’d say.

“I’m yours.”

He growled at my response, and I wasn’t able to take any more of his teasing. Possession leaked through his expression, and I saw his built-up sexual frustration when his eyes saw my nipples standing out through my top.

“I really need to wear bras,” I muttered more to myself than to him.

“Like fuck you are. They’re mine, and I want to see them.” The frustration in his voice was so clear. So without thinking it through, my hand went down and brushed him, and a growl came from him. Then he turned into a beast, ripping my T-shirt into two, and the small decorative buttons at the top of the tee went flying in every direction. I then helped him pull my skirt up until it was around my waist.

Maiden lifted me down from the bench and spun me around, his hand slowly moving up my hips, over my stomach, and then cupping my breasts. A groan escaped his lips, and with force, he pulled me back into him, turning my head so his lips could claim mine. Maiden kissed me deeply, making me moan for more, but I could feel how hard he was against my back. He needed relief, and I couldn’t be a greedy lover. He had given me relief, and it was time I repaid the favor. My mind twisted with all the things we could do. Fucking seemed like what he needed, but I wanted to give to him without getting anything in return.

So with that in mind, I turned back around, and my hands went to his belt. I wasn’t the world’s best blow job giver, but I practiced what I knew, and I usually left the man wanting and needing more.

I was addicted to his touch, and I wanted him addicted to mine. I pushed him away slightly.

Disappointment and concern covered his face. He must have thought I was pushing him away until I undid his belt completely, and before he could react, my mouth was wrapped around him. His hands went to my hair, and by the time I finished, we would be one for one. I took all of him in my mouth, and he inhaled sharply.

“Emmie, sweetheart, you don’t have to—” His words were cut off when I picked up the speed.

I wasn’t going to stop until he finished in my mouth, and I knew he would protest, but I wasn’t going to let him pull out. I wanted him—all of him. I wanted to taste him.

He pulled out and then slowly started to move in my mouth, exhaling sharply as I sucked in rhythm to his pumps.

Removing him from my mouth, I said, “I want it deeper.”

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