Page 17 of Wild Weekend
“What club are you from?” Kray asks.
Will turns around so they can see the patch on his jacket. “The Wild Riders. We’re based in North Carolina.”
“I’ve heard of the Wild Riders,” Lyle pipes up. “You’re the veterans with the brewery.”
“That’s right.”
Lyle grins, all pretense of being a hard-ass evaporating. “I was in for twelve years. Special Ops.”
Lyle is ex-military same as Will, and that seems to boost his esteem in the men’s eyes.
Will nods respectfully. “JAGs.”
“You don’t say? Did you see action?”
“Afraid so. Posted in Afghanistan for a long time.”
The men talk military, and the tension eases in the room. It’s another ten minutes before I’m able to hustle them out of the door.
Kray hands me my overnight bag. “You change your mind, you know where we are.” He gives Will a pointed look. “She comes to any harm, and we’ll come back and rip your balls out.”
Then they’re gone and I close the door behind them and lean against it, wondering if Will has changed his mind.
“Are all bikers so overprotective?” I’ve only been staying with Cleo for a few weeks, but I get the feeling Kray really would rip his balls out.
Will looks amused. “I wouldn’t expect anything less. They look out for their own. I guess they can’t be all bad,” he admits reluctantly.
“I don’t need anyone looking out for me,” I mumble, even though that’s not true.
Will saunters over to where I’m leaning against the door. “Can I expect any more threatening visits? An angry boyfriend?”
I shake my head and he plants a hand either side of me, boxing me in. “I’m all yours.” Just for the weekend, I remind myself.
My breath hitches as Will leans close enough to catch his scent. He’s fresh out of the shower and smells of masculine body wash and leather. “I like the sound of that.”
His lips press against mine, and the kiss makes meforget about the Crows and Cleo and anything else but the warmth that passes through my body.
He’s got me pinned against the wall, and his body brushes against mine. Heat fizzles through me, and my core tightens. I slide my hands around his back and pull him closer. My hips grind against him, needing the friction.
My jacket is hanging open, and Will runs a hand up my body to palm my breasts. It’s only been a few hours since our session in the woods, but my body responds to him with a need so strong I can’t deny it. I don’t want to deny it.
I try to do what the therapist taught me and run through the consequences in my head before taking action. But the overwhelming need for this man pushes out any thoughts of consequences. I need to feel my skin against his skin and to feel him inside me again.
I pull his jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He shrugs it off, and it drops to the floor. My fingers run down his t-shirt and over his hard torso. But I need to feel what’s underneath.
My thumbs hook under his t-shirt. “Take this off.”
Will raises an eyebrow at me. “Impatient much?”
I giggle because I’ve never felt like this about a man before.
Previously I put up with kisses and fumbles, trying to convince myself I liked it. But I always stopped short of going all the way. This is the first time with a man where I’m the one who can’t keep my hands off him.
I tug at his t-shirt until it’s over his head, and his baremuscular chest ripples before me. My mouth goes dry as I trace my fingers over the hard ridges of his body.
Inked designs curl over his shoulders, and he has a small scar by his chest. Before I can explore, he tugs at my t-shirt, and I lift my arms so he can pull it off.
Cool air skims my body. Will slides a hand around my back and unhooks my bra. My breasts tumble out, and he catches them in his hands.
