Page 100 of Savage Outlaw

“Maybe I want my cradle rocked. Maybe I want you to rock it so hard that you have to put your hand over my mouth, so the neighbors don’t hear me.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” The sheer power and masculinity he displayed was eclipsed only by the attractiveness of his face. He stared at her with unrepentant passion mirrored back at her. His dark eyes assessed her attentively before he wrapped a hand around the front of Roux’s throat.

She jolted with shock and lust. Her thighs churned together under the sheet.

Fucking hell, he was so virile that she knew living with him was going to put her in some kind of sore coma, because how could she keep her hands off him?

“My girl needs something from me?”

“God, yes.” She breathed. Jerking again when his free hand stroked the front of her body, and dipped right into her shorts. Not stopping until he was teasing her pussy open.

A little teasing circle around her clit and then he went lower. Roux gurgled her pleasure as her head hit the pillow and his fingers around her throat caressed her pulse.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Absolutely not. There was no way, it felt too good already, but her eyes half closed, and she bobbed her head. Already swimming in the imminent bliss he was gliding into her with his two fingers.

His size dwarfing everything around her, she held onto his forearm. Not because the hand around her throat was scaring her, far from it. She loved the hold, she needed to touch him in return.

She wanted him naked and heavy on top of her but her medical man wasn’t going to fuck her in her childhood bedroom.

His long fingers inside her was the next best thing, she thought with a humming whimper, as she contorted on a silent moan when he started to torment her G-spot with precision flicks.

“Ah, god. You feel tighter on your birthday.”

His thumb started to caress the side of her neck, then moved across her parted lips. It was right at the point of detonation that her eyes widened because she felt an out of control scream starting to brew behind her lips, she flipped her gaze to Tad who hadn’t taken his eyes off her face and without having to tell him, he brought his mouth down to hers as she burst into flames and colors. Coming harder than ever while her man tormented the pleasure out of her.

His tongue slowed in her mouth and she puffed out an exhausted breath as he nipped his teeth on her lower lip. “You taste sweeter on your birthday too.” He shared with a masculine hum and brought his fingers out from between her legs and showed her he meant it by popping them into his mouth for a long suck.

God, he was driving her nuts.

Lips that she craved came down on hers, “I give you what you need, baby?”

Roux grinned against his mouth. “Mm, almost.”

Tad groaned into her mouth, lashing her with his tongue and then he stood up. “Get dressed, wanna take you out.”

“At midnight?”

“Yeah, got stuff for you. You’re spending tomorrow with your dad, so I want you now.”

Roux was out of bed and dressed in minutes. Tad cupped his hand around the shaved part of her skull and held onto her ponytail. “You are beautiful, you know that?”

She wasn’t prone to blushing, but her cheeks heated.

“Wait, aren’t we going out of the window?” Pulling at his hand when he made for the bedroom door.

Tad smirked. “Nah, not risking you falling and hurting yourself.”

Shit.

Axel never slept this early if he was home.

And yep, he appeared in the hallway, thunder all over his face.

Roux squeezed Tad’s hand, who looked unbothered as fuck.

Her two favorite men in the world would have to get along sooner or later, she decided to let them figure it out themselves.

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