Filthy Devil (Dark Horse MC #6)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER

FIVE

JAMES

Those blue eyes focus on mine, and I know he’s not looking anywhere but at me. I’m the only person in the whole world. At least, that’s how he makes me feel. He sees only me.

It’s the most unnerving turn-on I’ve ever experienced. I want him to touch more than just my wrist. I want his eyes on more than just my own.

I want him everywhere.

I don’t ask him why his club wants to keep me safe. I already know the answer to that. My sister… mother—my bio mom—made some kind of deal with them.

I’m sure she did.

Those vests, those bikes, I know she’s involved in some way. And she also tried to talk me out of the contract I signed, but it was too late. I can’t imagine who else even knows who the hell I am in that club.

“What happens next, Nash?” I chance asking in a whisper.

Nash’s nostrils flare, and just when I think he’s going to push me away from him, his head comes down, and his mouth is on mine.

He.

Kisses.

Me.

His beard scratches against my skin, but it’s softer than I imagined. He has my hand trapped between us at his belt, but with my other hand, I lift and slide my fingers through his beard at his jaw.

I have to touch him. I need to feel any part of him beneath my fingertips. I get what I want, and it’s amazing. I go for it, whole hog. I’m not going to sit around here while I get passed around by these men.

I might have made the biggest mistake of my life, but I’m not about to just accept that fate, not when I’ve been given a second chance. Nash is sexy as hell. Even if my brain is a jumbled-up mess, I could hitch my star to him and enjoy the ride.

And I have a feeling that if this man decides to keep me, it’s going to be a damn good ride, too, if nothing else. Plus, it gives me more time to figure out what I’m going to do with the rest of my life.

It sounds bad. I’m going to have sex with this guy because I don’t want to be thrown to the wolves. If I get him to like me, to keep me for himself, then maybe that will be a situation that could benefit both of us mutually until I figure out what I’m going to do.

So I give it my all.

Opening my mouth, I accept his tongue inside of me. My entire body feels as if it’s been electrocuted. He tastes me, his tongue tangling with mine as he consumes all of me. And I let him, too. Not just let him. I want him to.

I want him to taste every inch of me.

Arching my back, I moan as his tongue dives deeper down my throat. Slipping my hand from his jaw, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck and grip him there. I hold on to him, trying to balance myself and keep from falling on my ass.

Because damn.

His mouth feels so good.

I can only imagine how it feels on other parts of my body—I don’t want to imagine it, though.

I want to feel it… right freaking now .

He nibbles on my bottom lip as he breaks the kiss, lifting his head. His eyes find mine again. I don’t release my grasp on his neck. I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want him to pull away.

“I don’t know what happens next, babe.”

His voice is rough, husky, and sexy. I’m so dazed that I can’t even remember what I asked him and why he’s telling me that he doesn’t know what happens next. Anything can happen as long as he does that again.

He turned me down last night, but I have a feeling he won’t right now. Clenching my thighs together, I let out a trembling exhale. He releases his grasp on my wrist, but instead of moving my hand, I begin to unbuckle him.

He allows it, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue as his breathing comes out a bit heavier. A moment of silence passes between us. We’re both panting with anticipation and just as I unbutton then unzip his jeans, it’s as if something inside of him snaps.

Nash reaches for the boxers I’m wearing, wrenching them down my legs. I’m stepping out of them as quickly as I can one moment and the next, I’m up in the air, and my ass is on the edge of the counter.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I bring him closer to me. Moaning, I feel his length against my center. I’m wet and ready. He’s hard and ready. I want this right freaking now more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

Slowly, he glides his rough fingers from my hips and glides them up my sides until he curls his fingers around my breasts.

When his thumbs glide across my nipples, my head falls backward as my back arches. He groans, his mouth touching the center of my throat. Then I feel his tongue circle there before his teeth scrape against my flesh, and one of his hands vanishes from my breast, finding its way between my legs.

OH. MY. GOD.

When his thumb finds purchase on my clit, and he begins to circle me there, my entire body trembles.

SO GOOD.

I know that this is wrong in more than one way. Not just because he’s older than me by a lot but also because he’s essentially kidnapped me from my kidnapper. I’m using my body as an insurance policy in the hope that I won’t be turned out, ending up with a fate worse than I originally signed up for—which was still pretty damn bad.

But even with all those wrongs, which I’m sure there are even more that I’m not able to think of, there is also a lot of right. The main thing being how this feels.

It feels right.

He feels right.

So fucking right.

“Please,” I whimper.

My body is ready, primed, and begging for more. I’m on the verge of pleading for him to slip inside of me. I not only want it right this second—I need it.

“Look at me,” he demands.

Opening my eyes, I straighten my head, and my eyes find his. A moan escapes my lips as he continues to draw delicious circles against my clit. My breathing comes out in quick pants. I am on the verge, so close to the edge, that I am ready to jump if he doesn’t help me over.

My gaze connects to his. Those blue eyes consume me. He owns me. I don’t even really know him, yet this man owns me. Or maybe I just want him to own me. To keep me for himself.

“I should not be doing this,” he growls.

My fingertips glide to his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against my touch. “Please, Nash. I need you inside of me.”

He shakes his head once, closing his eyes for a moment before he opens them again. When he does, there is a fire behind his gaze that causes my breath to hitch. He leans forward until his mouth almost touches mine. I can feel his warm breath against my lips, but it’s not enough.

His fingers continue to work between my legs, holding me on the verge of an orgasm but not letting that release consume me yet. I’m about to beg again, but he speaks before I can say another word.

“This happens. You need to know that it can’t last. I won’t make you an old lady. This can’t be anything more than what it is right now.”

I get what he’s saying. But at the same time, I don’t believe him. Call me naive. Call me stupid. But the way he looks at me, the way he sees me, I know there is more to this than a one-time fuck like he’s trying to make it seem—I’m going to make sure of that.

“Yeah, we don’t even know one another, Nash. This is just to feel alive. This is because we’re insanely attracted to each other. This isn’t emotional.”

I’m a liar.

A whole-ass liar.

Because I am going to ingrain myself in this man’s life. I am going to be everything he wants—a freaking fantasy.

I’m going to ensure my safety.

And eventually, hopefully, I’ll be able to figure out just what the hell I’m going to do with my life. But for now, I’m going to enjoy the way this beautiful man makes me feel.

Because, holy shit , it’s good.

NASH

All I want to do is fuck her—hard.

And I plan on doing just that.

Slowly, I ease myself inside of her, burying my cock to the root. Keeping my thumb against her clit at the same time. Removing my other hand from her tit, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck.

I keep my eyes focused on hers as I roll my hips and begin moving in and out of her slowly. She’s warm and wet, fucking perfect, and if I could stay right fucking here buried inside of her, I would, maybe even forever.

Her breath hitches with each stroke. Letting out a groan, I circle her clit. I want to feel her cunt clamp down around me and strangle my cock. Lowering my forehead, I rest it against hers with a sigh. She lifts her leg, hooking her calf around my waist.

Sweat breaks out in a light sheen over my skin. I am trying really fucking hard to control my release, but I’m so goddamn close to losing my load I could come right this fucking minute.

“I’m so close,” she breathes.

Me fucking too.

Her warm breath slides across my face. She’s so fucking sweet. Too goddamn sweet for me. I know she is, but that doesn’t stop me from continuing to take her. I want to feel her pussy clamp down around me.

I want to fuck her until she screams.

I want the goddamn world to know that it’s me who can make her scream.

My fingers tighten against her throat, firmly holding her there but careful enough not to hurt her. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. I want to watch her come. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and my hand squeezes a little tighter.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her ear. “Sweetheart, I want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick. Come .”

That’s all it takes. A little dirty talk does the trick. She comes. I stare into her eyes, watching as she comes. It’s so fucking beautiful. Her lips are parted, her eyes close, and her body trembles.

Fuck. Me.

Gorgeous.

I don’t stop moving. As much as I want to pause and watch her finish, I can’t. I’m on the goddamn verge of losing complete control. Releasing her throat, I slide my hand around the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck, and tug her head back slightly.

James’s back arches, her hardened nipples showing beneath my T-shirt. Fuck me, but that looks good. Really fucking good. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to the hollow of her throat and suck.

Her hands fly to my shoulders, and I feel her nails dig into me through my shirtsleeves. Shifting my hand from between us, I place my palm against the center of her arched back.

My hips move hard and fast, my pelvis grinding against her clit with each and every downstroke until I climb toward the edge of my own climax. My lower back tingles and my balls draw up.

I bury myself deep inside of her and stay planted until I come. It’s hard and fast. It consumes my entire body. A roar escapes my mouth, a guttural roar that bounces off all of the stainless steel in this kitchen.

I plant my face against the side of her throat, my fingers tighten in her hair, my arms flex around her, and for the first time in my long fucking life, I feel— whole .

My heart races, and it takes me a few moments to catch my breath. I’m not as young as I used to be, and that, combined with the fact that I’ve never felt these sensations before in my life, takes me a minute to come down.

Lifting my head, I look into her eyes, still panting. I’m too old for this shit, and yet, I want to do it again. I wish I could get hard immediately again and start all over.

When I release her hair, she straightens as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Then she slides her fingers through my beard at my jaw, tugging on my beard hair as she does. She releases her lip and smiles up at me.

“Wow,” she breathes.

“Not too bad for an old man,” I agree with a chuckle.

She shakes her head as her gaze searches mine. “How old are you, Nash?”

I think about lying to her or maybe not answering her, but then I decide I don’t give a fuck. I’m old. I got gray hair, and there’s no hiding that. Cupping her cheek, I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, my gaze never leaving hers.

“I’m fifty-six, sweetheart.”

She doesn’t look shocked. Her eyes don’t even widen. Instead, she shrugs a shoulder, then nips the pad of my thumb with her teeth. Taking a step back, I slip out of her before I bend slightly and tug my jeans back up.

“Old man,” she murmurs.

Her voice comes out all breathy. It’s hot as fuck. She’s hot as fuck. A mess on this counter, her legs spread and her pussy wet with my cum and on display. Reaching forward, I extend my fingers and slide them through her center before I lift them to James’s lips and paint them.

“Yeah. I know I’m too fucking old for you, for this.”

James wraps her fingers around my wrist and opens her mouth. I watch as she sucks my finger inside. Her tongue swirls my digit, and if I were twenty years younger, I’d probably be hard again.

It’s sexy as fuck.

She shifts her head back slightly, her eyes finding mine as I slip my finger from her mouth. “I’m pretty sure what we just did proved that age is nothing but a number,” she rasps.

Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “That’s what all the young people say,” I mutter.

She laughs before she hops down from the counter, and then I watch as she makes us breakfast. Her dark hair is pulled up into a messy bun, and she looks so fucking adorable. I have no fucking clue what I’m going to do with her.

If I were a better man, I would keep her for myself right here and now. Claim her as my own and make her my old lady. But I’m not a good man.