Romeo (Dark Knights MC/Blood Fury MC: Crossover)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Maddie had not forgotten his well-oiled hips. She was glad he hadn’t changed. This was heaven and she had zero regrets.

So far, anyway.

The harder he pumped in and out of her, the deeper she dug her nails into his ass. The muscles flexed powerfully beneath her fingertips.

Wrapping her legs tighter around him, she tilted her pelvis to make sure he hit all the right spots. Every thrust was accompanied by a deep grunt that fueled the fire in her belly.

Sucking her nipple farther into his mouth, his teeth scraped against the beaded tip, making her back arch and a whimper escape. Using both fists full of her hair, he tipped her head back and drew a damp path with his tongue from her breast to the hollow of her throat and beyond. His thick beard tickled both the underside of her jaw as well as the skin of her neck as he clamped those soft lips on her throat.

Letting her eyes slide shut, she lost herself in his smooth moves and in the sounds he made. She released one ass cheek and slid her hand up his spine, feeling his back muscles tighten and loosen as he fucked her.

The man was pure power.

And, no surprise, it was a damn turn-on.

For a second, she wondered if she could make this a regular thing with him without it getting sticky. She would love to be able to call or text him whenever she needed a stress reliever but still keep her independence.

She refused to give up her freedom in exchange for sex. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. She had too many things on her to-do list and one of them was not being tied down to a man.

Did she want to one day get married and start a family? Yes, but not until after she landed her dream job. That was her main focus right now.

Well, right now her focus should be the man on top of her.

“Woman,” came out on a tortured groan.

She hmm ’d since she didn’t think she’d be able to answer in actual words. She doubted she could stitch enough together to make a coherent sentence.

And, honestly, that was a good thing.

“Waitin’ on you.” He put an exclamation on that statement with another hard thrust.

She appreciated the fact he wanted her to have another orgasm before he had his. Truthfully, she figured Romeo wouldn’t give a shit whether she did or didn’t. Maybe he could actually be considerate in some cases?

Meh. She wouldn’t give him credit for that just yet.

He fisted her hair hard enough to make her scalp sting and slammed into her again.

Oops. He was still “waitin’ on her. ”

She was grateful for his endurance. And patience. Though, it surprised her that he had the second one.

Girl, he’s going to leave you in the dust if you don’t orgasm soon.

She cleared her mind and attempted to get back into the moment. As soon as she did, an orgasm built quickly with his thick cock stroking her insides. With his firm lips on her skin. His long fingers in her hair. His warm breath beating against her neck. His heart knocking against her chest. And the power of his thighs, making this the best sex she’d had in a long time.

However, she’d keep that her little secret. The man tended to be cocky and telling him he “gave good dick” could make that worse.

Continuing to take full strokes, he removed one hand from her hair and drove it between them, quickly—and expertly—finding her clit.

Someone was now getting desperate and trying to hurry this along.

Did she blame him? No. Since she would also benefit from this latest move, she had no complaints.

And, damn , what a move it was. He kept proving that he knew how to use his fingers, mouth, and cock expertly.

Oh yes , he had been the right choice.

When her hips surged up to meet his, the intense waves of orgasm started at her core and spiraled out, managing to suck all the oxygen from her lungs as well as curl her fingers and toes. When her mouth opened, nothing came out.

“That’s it, baby,” was groaned against her ear as she rode out the just as intense aftershocks. “ Fuuuuck . That’s it.”

His cock seemed to swell even more as his hips rolled smoothly before pounding into her. A sure sign he was getting close .

Right before his own climax, he sealed his lips over hers, stealing the little air she had left and giving her back a groan when he powered deep one more time.

When he tensed and stilled, her pussy clenched even tighter around his cock at the knowledge he was coming.

After a few seconds, he twisted his head to break the lip lock, but didn’t immediately roll off her. Instead, he buried his face in her neck again and panted.

Romeo was solid and heavy, but she didn’t mind his weight on her. At least not for the short amount of time it would be there. Instead of pushing him off and sprinting for the exit, she lazily dragged her fingers up and down his spine, feeling his back rise and fall with each labored breath.

Without any words of warning, he rolled to his side and onto his back, tucking one bent arm under his bald head and ripping off the full condom with his other hand.

She debated whether to head out or wait until he said something. Because he continued only lying next to her, gripping the used condom, and looking more relaxed than ever. If his eyes shut and he started snoring, she was getting the hell out of there.

She should leave, anyway. She hadn’t lied when she said she needed to work tomorrow and she certainly wasn’t spending the night. Even if she wanted to—she didn’t—she doubted he’d want that, either, because she couldn’t imagine he woke up next to any of his conquests.

She could safely bet that Romeo wasn’t into cuddling or sharing breakfast and coffee the next morning.

Again, it was time to go since she got what she came for and had no other reason to stay.

She inched her way to the edge of the bed. “I need to clean up. I guess the only bathroom for me to use is downstairs.” She’d simply grab her clothes and not climb back up those treacherous steps.

But before she could get to her feet, he grabbed her arm and yanked her back to the spot next to him. “Got you.”

He got me?

Her eyes tracked all his naked glory when he climbed out of bed, still carrying his own DNA, and quickly disappeared down the steps.

Sitting up, she listened carefully to make sure his naked ass didn’t tumble down them. Because if he did, she’d do enough to make sure he was still breathing, cover his important bits with a towel and dial 911.

They could deal with his crumpled ass. She was a physical therapist, not an ER nurse.

A soft snort escaped her.

If the man only knew her thoughts…

But really, why was she waiting?

Before she could once again try to escape his bed, his head appeared at the steps followed by that heavily tattooed, drool-worthy body.

Damn it.

In one of his big paws, he no longer held the used condom but what looked like a wet rag.

This couldn’t be his normal routine, could it?

Her guess was many women had his footprint on their backs from him kicking them out of his bed.

Approaching the bed, he held out what she now could see was a washcloth and not some random rag.

She still wrinkled her nose as he held it out to her. While that was a really nice gesture… “Was it clean?”

“Nah, wiped my ass with it first. Of course it was fuckin’ clean. Whataya take me for?”

She pressed her lips tightly together to prevent answering that and snagged it from his fingers. “I assumed most bikers stood outside and hosed themselves off.”

His lips twisted and he shook his head. “That what the Fury does?”

“I really don’t ask them their hygiene routine.”

“What about your stepdaddy?”

She shrugged. “I don’t follow him into the bathroom, either.”

“Ever see him outside buck naked with a hose?”

While normally she’d find that question amusing, she couldn’t when it came to Shade. With his tragic situation growing up—and she’d been spared most of the grizzly details—she wouldn’t doubt he’d had a hose turned on him. Unfortunately, the reason for it would be no laughing matter.

“I should go,” she murmured as she quickly swiped the damp cloth between her legs and over her inner thighs.

“Where you gotta go?”

“Home.”

“What’s there?”

She frowned at this unexpected line of questioning, scooted off the bed and to her feet. “My bed.” She grabbed her clothes and began pulling them on.

“Maddie…”

She raised her eyes to him. “Yeah?”

He was staring a little too hard at her. “Lookin’ goddamn fine, woman.”

“There’s been some changes since the last time you saw me naked.” She didn’t like all of them, but there was only so much she could do.

“Nothin’ wrong with that. No man in his right mind wants to gnaw on a fuckin’ bone without any meat.”

“Dogs do.”

“Ain’t a dog. ”

She went back to pulling on her pants. “I’m not sure you can say that.”

“And that’s a problem.”

It wasn’t a question, but she answered it anyway as she slipped her feet into her shoes. “Not for me, it isn’t.” When she was done, she pulled her hair back into a ponytail, grabbed her baseball cap and slapped it back onto her head. “Well, it’s been fun.”

“That it?”

She glanced at where he stood naked with his hands on those awesome hips of his. His spent cock was still impressive. As well as tempting.

Time to go.

She could see him becoming a dangerous bear trap that she needed to avoid stepping into and getting caught. If that happened, she might have to gnaw off her own leg.

“Am I forgetting something?”

He sucked on his teeth and slowly shook his head. “No.”

With a nod, she headed toward the steps, took her time carefully climbing down them and walked out the door.

She did not backtrack through Dirty Dick’s since she didn’t want to draw any attention. Instead, she skirted the exterior of the bar and headed back to her Highlander.

During the drive home, she realized, as she hoped, Romeo had helped her forget all about her asshole boss.

At least for a little while. Unfortunately, morning was right around the corner. And with it, another day at Smith’s Sports Therapy & Rehab Center.