Wanting It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 3) by Kati Wilde Read Free Book Online Page A

me or not.”
    A package deal. I don’t know how to answer. But maybe I don’t need to. His thumb sweeps across my trembling lips and he lowers his head, his mouth catching mine, and suddenly I feel like crying all over again. Not out of hurt this time, but because he’s right here, muscles like steel and his kiss stirring a fire inside me, burning away pain and doubt and leaving behind nothing but need. He crowds closer, pulling me against him until my ass is at the edge of the counter and my legs are wrapped around his waist. Moaning, I lean back, bracing my weight on my elbows and he comes with me, his body flush against mine. He grinds his cock between my thighs and I can’t stop myself, I’m grinding back, riding the hard ridge of his erection and wishing it wasn’t covered in denim, wishing he was already inside me.
    Suddenly he lifts his head, his breathing harsh. “Oh, fuck, Jenny. I meant to be sweet. But I’m not.”
    Maybe not. But this is the sweetest pleasure I’ve ever known. Fiercely, I pull him close again. “This is exactly what I need.”
    Someone rough. Someone to sand away all of the painful edges.
    But not someone . Just Saxon.
    His mouth takes mine again and this time he’s not holding back his hunger. He tastes my lips, my throat, then hauls up my shirt and sucks hard on my nipple while his left hand pushes between us. His fingers find lace soaked in my arousal and he groans against my breast before lifting his head.
    “You’re so fucking wet.” His voice deepens. “Tell me it’s all mine.”
    His fingertips are tracing the shape of my pussy through the lace and I can barely form a coherent thought, let alone words. I strain closer, riding his hand, and my response emerges as a moan. “Yours.”
    His. For so long.
    “Then I’m going to eat it all up.” His eyes gleam up at me and he lowers his head again, softly pinching my nipple between his teeth at the same time his fingers slide beneath the edge of my panties. I cry out, my back arching. Saxon groans and sucks hard at my sensitive flesh, his fingers stroking through my drenched pussy and circling my clit. “God, Jenny. You’re already wetter. Even if I lick it up, you’ll still make more for me, won’t you? And even more when I’m inside you. I can’t wait to feel this pussy juice sliding all over my cock.”
    Sliding. Drowning. I’m sprawled beside the register in my tasting room, skirt hiked around my waist, and Saxon is teasing the entrance to my cunt with blunt fingers, his teeth tugging my nipple to a burning point. The door is still unlocked and I don’t even care, let everyone in the world come in, just don’t ever let Saxon stop what he’s doing.
    My body clenches uncontrollably when he pushes his longest finger as deep as he can. Oh, God. My hips jerk, the motion pushing him harder into me, his thumb rubbing mercilessly over my clit and I’m biting the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming.
    I’m so wet. I can hear the slick luscious sounds of his finger pumping into me over the noises I’m making, wild little grunts and moans that I can’t stop. He’s looking up at my face, intense blue eyes seeing everything I can’t hide. I’m not like this. I’m never like this. Anyone else touches me and I freeze up, but I’m a volcano with him, heat and pressure rising so quickly, with quakes of need trembling through my burning flesh. I’m working up to an explosion, and I’ve had that before. I’ve used toys and vibrators and my own fingers. But it wasn’t like this. He’s got just one finger inside me and I feel so full, fuller than I’ve ever been, though some of my toys are bigger. The sensation of something filling my cunt has never felt so vivid before.
    I’ve never felt this vivid before. Every gasp of air is sweeter, my skin tighter, as if my body can barely contain the devastating pleasure that’s building inside me with every thrust of his hand.
    Suddenly I’m overwhelmed. All these