Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC by Britten Thorne Read Free Book Online Page B

it for all the good it did confined inside a hellish prison of denim. “I’d soap up those tits of your with my bare hands. Clean off your nipples with my mouth. I’ll bet they’re tiny. And pink. And really fucking hard right now. Am I right?”
    “Jesus, Gunner-”
    He banged the door with his fist. “Answer the question.”
    “Yes.”
    He pressed his ear to the door. “Pinch them for me.” He could just make out her soft gasp. It was all he could do not to barge through that door like a bulldozer and take her hard and fast right in the motel tub. He wouldn’t even make it all the way out of his pants, he knew. He needed to be inside her five minutes ago. But that’s not the game we’re playing here. He wanted to fuck her, sure, but somehow even more than that he wanted to crack her stony exterior, wanted to make her lose control. That would take a lot more effort, he knew. But fuck it. I gave us two days and I can buy us more time.
    The knobs squeaked again as she turned the water off. “Are you drying yourself?” he asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Don’t get dressed.”
    “I’m putting my clothes on, Gunner.” He could hear the hesitation in her voice. “This was fun, but-”
    He slammed his fist against the door again. “If you don’t want me to touch you then you’d better count to sixty before you open this door. I’m hard enough to bust in there using just my dick.” He heard her release a shaky sigh. “What’s wrong? You don’t trust me?” It made his blood boil instantly. He was a man of his word and it pissed him right off when people assumed that he wasn’t; besides, he’d spared her life when he should have shot her - that had to count pretty damn heavily. And he was helping her now. What was her problem?
    She defused him quickly, though. “I trust you,” she said, “I just don’t know you all that well.”
    This was too much talk. He wanted her hot and bothered, not anxious and unsure. He wanted to replace that stoic expression she always wore with one of wild ecstasy. As much as his cock vied for his attention, it was no longer his priority - he wanted to get her off more than anything. “Get on out here,” he said, voice low and smooth, “I know you’re hot for me. I’ll make you come without taking any of your clothes off.”
    That got the door open. “Now I know you’re just making fun of me,” she said, hair wet but otherwise fully dressed, “That’s ridiculous.”
    The shock of the new black hair barely registered. He just wanted her. “Is it?” He let her examine his eyes, showing her that it wasn’t just bravado, that he meant what he said. They stood locked in the moment, each waiting for the other to make a move.
    She tried to soothe the tension and change the subject. “How’s the hair look?”
    “Hideous.” Then he swept her feet out from under her. She gasped and grabbed his arms as he caught her and lowered her to the floor. “You thought I was joking? All that talk had no effect on you?”
    “None,” she said. She might be able to lie with her words, but the rise and fall of her chest and the flush on her cheeks told him otherwise. And she hadn’t let go of his arms, her delicate hands gripping him just above his wrists. He had to bite his lip to keep from ravaging her right then and there.
    “Stone cold bitch,” he said, though his tone held no malice and his face nothing but heat and amusement, “You’re a liar.” He leaned in close, his body over hers, his face over her neck.
    “What are you doing?” she asked.
    “Barely touching you. Go on, see how long you can keep that aloof act going.” He exhaled against her skin as he moved on top of her, just brushing against her, avoiding all her erogenous zones. He knew what he was doing, though; this game was mental more than anything. He shifted above her, moving subtly back and forth, just brushing her shoulder with his, her leg and hip with his own.
    “Are you thinking about fucking me?” She