Blood & Bones: Rev (Blood Fury MC Book 8)

“Why do you look like a damn deer stuck in high beams? It’s almost like you’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

Rev’s Adam’s apple popped up, stuck for a second and then dropped like a rock. “Seen plenty of naked women.”

“Then you know what to do with one,” she huffed as she settled onto his bed.

She was now buck naked, and he was only wearing his jeans. There was no reason they weren’t already sweating, panting and exchanging body fluid.

Okay, yes there was. His resistance.

Damn stubborn men with their fears of being bludgeoned to death! Fsst.

“Don’t make me feel self-conscience now.” She sat on the bed and waved a hand down her body. “Like this isn’t good enough for you. I know I got a little softer—”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with what I’m seein’.”

“Well, there must be since you’re still standing all the way over there.”

“Reilly…”

“Rev… Look, let’s make a pact. Oh, I know! We could do a pinky swear and we’ll swear we won’t tell anyone. That whatever happens between us won’t leave this room.” She jutted out her hand, curled her fingers and thumb into her palm and stuck her pinky straight up in the air.

His brow dropped low. “A fuckin’ what?”

“A pinky swear. Didn’t you ever… Never mind. Just come here. I’ll show you.”

“Said the spider to the fly,” he muttered under his breath.

“I’m not a black widow.”

“Maybe not directly. But if anyone finds out, you could be indirectly responsible for my demise.”

“That’s what the pinky swear is for,” she explained. “Nobody will find out. No one breaks the sanctity of a pinky swear.” She rolled her lips under to keep from laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing was. If she laughed, he’d never agree.

But he looked so damn conflicted. His erection was raging in his jeans, but he looked about ready to puke. That wasn’t giving her the warm fuzzies since what he was looking at was her naked on his bed.

Time to get out the big guns.

She sighed and dropped her hand, then rolled off the bed and to her feet. “I guess if you don’t want to fuck me, I’ll get dressed and go find someone else who will.”

One thing she learned in the last year of being around bikers was they were possessive of their women. Like crazy possessive and protective. She might not be Rev’s “woman,” or ol’ lady, but she worked with him, had ridden on the back of his sled many times and spent a lot of time around him.

She already knew the response she would get to her “threat” and, of course, she wasn’t disappointed.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” His order was so gruff, so alpha, it made everything on and in her clench tight.

With long, determined strides, he advanced toward the bed, his expression hard, his eyes clearly shouting that his orders were not to be messed with.

Finally.

As he closed in on her, she jutted out her hand for a pinky swear again. A noise so guttural came from deep within his chest, it made her lose her breath for a second. She lost it again when he grabbed her wrist, yanked her forward, shoved his hands into her hair and slammed their mouths together.

Fuck the pinky swear. This was so much better.

Finally, finally, finally!

She’d been wanting this for a long time, but figured it might never happen, not at home, and certainly not with Rev’s concern about getting jammed up because of it. They had skirted around each other for months.

Months!

She’d noticed his reaction when she and Rook had pretended to be involved for social media pictures to draw the dead douchebag—undead at the time—out of hiding. She saw his reaction when any of the other guys did overly-friendly flirting with her. Even if it was only in fun.

She truly didn’t want him to risk his brotherhood, or even his life, just because she wanted him. Because of that, she was serious about no one having to know what happened, or would happen, in this room. Okay, yes, she tended to blab a lot, but she also knew when to keep her mouth shut.

She would do it about this. He shouldn’t worry at all.

And—

Holy shit, the man could kiss. She’d never seen him kissing any sweet butt or hang-around. None of the guys did. The women’s purpose was for one thing and one thing only and it was not getting intimate.

His hands were now fisted tightly in her hair, holding her in place as he took total possession of her mouth. Total freaking possession with his lips and tongue. Her breasts ached, her nipples peaked painfully, her pussy was crying tears of arousal for his attention.

Holy shit, this was really going to happen, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t change his mind and then just leave her hanging, cold and wanting? He better not…

She grabbed the back of his head to hold on, too. She was not going to let him have second thoughts. Not even for a damn second.

Her thighs quivered, her breathing slowed, her pulse quickened and she pressed her taut nipples into his chest. A groan came from deep within him and she captured and combined it with her own.

She dug her hand between them and hurried to yank open the button on his jeans and slide down his zipper. As soon as she did, she dug her hand into his boxer briefs and grabbed the hot, solid length of him. Delicate silky skin encased his thick, pulsing cock, and her thumb found the drop of precum at the slit and smoothed it around the crown.

He ripped his mouth from hers, pressed his forehead onto the top of her head and thrust upward into her palm with a loud moan. “Fuck, babe.”

He rarely called her that at the shop, or even on the farm, but when he did… holy hell, it was a huge turn-on for her. It was another word the guys tended to throw around like “baby” or “woman” out of habit, normally without any deep meaning.

But she never heard him call anyone else babe. Not once. Only her. And now that she thought of it, when he did, it was never within earshot of anyone else. He seemed to reserve that endearment only for her. Why hadn’t she ever noticed that before?

Her voice was thick and slightly husky when she said, “I’ve seen you fuck other women, too many times to count, now I want to watch you fuck me.”

He pressed his cheek against hers, thrust into her palm again and put his mouth to her ear. “You ain’t the same.”

“Prove it,” she demanded on a shaky breath. “Do everything you said earlier and more.”

“Fuck, Reilly…”

“No. It’s only me and you in this damn room. That’s it. You disabled my locator app, so no one knows I’m with you. It’s just us. And now I’m going to confess something I haven’t told you before.”

He pulled back and his eyes were flickering blue flames as he stared down at her. “What?”

She tugged gently on his cock, loving the way the hot skin rolled up and down his steely length. How his hips followed the movement slightly, how every pull drew more silky fluid to the tip.

He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, a hiss escaping him as she began to milk his cock more rigorously. More determined than ever for them to keep going and for him not to think twice and bring everything to a screeching halt.

“I’ve wanted this,” her heart did a little dance in her chest as she revealed, “wanted you for a while now.”

She had never made a big deal out of it before and had flirted with him the same as the rest of the guys, so she doubted he knew.

His eyes opened and he curled his fingers around her wrist, stopping her action. “How long?”

“Does it matter?”

His fingers squeezed her wrist and he peeled her hand from his searing hot, pulsing cock.

“You don’t like what I’m doing?”

“Fuckin’ like it. Just don’t wanna come like this. And you touchin’ me like you are ain’t makin’ it easy to keep from doin’ that. What I also want is an answer.”

“Months.” She wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

“Months? While you were climbin’ on someone else’s cock?” he growled.

“Same number of months I think you wanted me, too, but were sticking your dick in anyone with tits who bent over and offered.”

“Ain’t so easy, Reilly.”

Wasn’t that the damn truth? She sighed. “I know. That’s why I tried not to let it bother me. It’s also why anything I did shouldn’t bother you, either.”

He stared down at her and she could see him considering her words.

“Yeah,” he finally said softly.

Well, look at that, he didn’t go all jealous gorilla on her. “How about we take this opportunity to make the impossible possible.”

He cupped her face and dropped his until his lips were directly above hers. “And then what happens after?”

That answer was easy but unfortunate. “The possible becomes impossible once more.” She wasn’t going to kid herself that it wouldn’t.

She also couldn’t forget they were currently stuck in the middle of a Stephen King or M. Night Shyamalan event. The bizarre shit with his parents still existed and, back in Manning Grove, rules still remained that Rev couldn’t break.

But for right now, they could both ignore the things they couldn’t control and concentrate on what they could.

“Rev,” she whispered, strumming her thumb over his left nipple, finally getting to touch those metal barbells. It was only a teasing exploration, she’d get more serious with them soon. The thought of playing with them made her giddy. “News flash. I’m naked. You’re not. We’re standing here when the bed is only inches from us.”

His face tipped down to watch her brush her thumb over his right nipple. “Ain’t tellin’ me nothin’ I don’t know.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Jesus, babe, bad enough I’m so fuckin’ hard I’m about to explode but if you keep touchin’ those with me already hangin’ by a goddamn thread, I’m gonna shoot my load way sooner than I wanna. And it ain’t gonna be where I aim to put it.”

His words pulled a shudder from her at the thought of him coming deep inside her. Even with a condom. She reluctantly dropped her hand from his chest. “I can’t help it. I’ve been wanting to play with them since I saw them last night.”

“Christ, woman,” he groaned.

“Well, that’s what you got them for, isn’t it? They’re meant to be played with, right? Same as some other things on your body, too.” She grinned.

“Fuck. Gonna make your body my playground.”

That made her grin widen into a full-blown smile. “About damn time. Get those jeans off and let’s get to it. Since I’m the only one naked, it seems like a lopsided situation.”

He stepped away from her and, instead of peeling off his jeans, she worried he might fasten them.

“Face the bed, hands on the mattress, spread your feet and bend over. Show me what you got.”

Holy shit. Goosebumps broke out over every inch of her flushed skin as she did as she was told.

The fan of the HVAC unit under the motel’s window blew cool air over her heated skin and caressed her swollen lips as she bent over, planted her palms on the mattress, widened her stance and tipped her ass up.

Doing that made her whole body burn with need and impatience.

He moved only enough until he faced her, until he could see everything she was offering him.

Even facing the bed, she could feel him exploring her with his eyes. She was about to complain and return to a stand so she didn’t feel so exposed since he only stood there, but the jingle of the chain attached to his wallet made her stay put.

Then a strip of three condoms landed on the bed right next to her hand. Even better, she heard the slide of denim down his long legs before they hit the floor. In anticipation, her veins became rivers of scorching lava.

Anticipation wasn’t the only reason. It was also need, want and definitely lust.

“Rev,” she forced up her tight throat.

“Yeah,” he answered on a breath.

“What are you doing?”

“Just appreciatin’ you, babe. Seriously wanna fuck the shit out of you right now, just pound that pussy ’til it’s beat the fuck up and we both can’t do anythin’ but blink afterward. But, shit, I need to do somethin’ else first.”

Before she could ask him what, the air moved around her and his long, calloused fingers were spreading her inner thighs even wider. “Open up.”

She could argue that she was already open, ready and willing, but didn’t bother when he pulled her slick folds apart and unceremoniously pressed his mouth to her waiting pussy. And, holy shit, that beard…

“Ooooooh, shiiiiiit,” she groaned, clutching the bedding so tightly she didn’t give a damn if it ripped. It would be worth the cost to replace it.

She took a gulp of air and threw her head back, releasing a long groan as his tongue did all kinds of wicked, but wonderful, things to her. He left nothing untouched, as he used his tongue to worship her from the top of her ass crack all the way to her clit. It wasn’t just his tongue, either. He ate her with a gusto that she’d never experienced before. And she didn’t want it to stop any time soon.

He used his lips to suck, his tongue to flick and fuck, his teeth to nibble and bite the tender flesh. All of it making every nerve stand on end and her cry out. She couldn’t get enough of what he was doing but he was driving her to the point where she wanted and needed more. She wanted to face him, to taste him, to experience him fully.

In a minute…

Maybe two.

Because as much as she wanted to wrap her lips around those barbells and play with them, as much as she wanted him to fill her pussy, as much as she wanted him to play with her nipples, too, she wanted to come with only his lips on her. She’d never climaxed with just a man eating her out before and without a toy or his fingers to assist.

He was a great kisser, but his mouth was put to better use right where it was. Because her orgasm was building…

“Make me come,” she begged. “Make me come, Rev. Make me…” Something shot out of her mouth and it could’ve been the devil fleeing during an exorcism… She didn’t know. She didn’t care.

But holy, holy, holy hell….

She shoved her face into the bed and smothered the scream from how intense the climax was that he caused. He didn’t let up, he continued to lick, suck and nibble until she couldn’t take any more. Until her clit was so sensitive and swollen, she whimpered and begged him to stop. As soon as he did, he took a fistful of her hair and guided her to a stand, spun her around and glued his lips to hers one more time.

She had not been expecting that. Her own taste on her tongue, on her lips. He kissed her until they were both forced to break free and gasp for air. He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her just enough to toss her onto the bed where she landed in the middle with a bounce.

He stood at the edge, his erection now an angry color and protruding straight out from his body like a javelin.

She took in his glistening lips, his shiny whiskers and his cat-who-ate-the-canary smile. “You are now my favorite meal,” he announced, then swiped his mouth and chin with his hand.

“Better than Dino’s loaded fries?”

“Never heard of them,” he teased but in a serious tone, putting one knee on the bed, then the other, the mattress rocking as his weight shifted.

She couldn’t pull her eyes from where his fist pumped his almost-purple cock.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees.”

Everything inside her quivered at that order. He wasn’t being dominant, but he was being demanding.

And she liked it. No, she fucking loved it.

Holy hell, she should’ve kidnapped him months ago and dragged him to some motel where no one could find them! She’d been going without him, without this, for months while he fucked sweet butts and other randoms!

Gah! The best sex she’d had in over a year was with her damn Rabbit! More than a year, because before that she had been dealing with the undead douchebag and all of his douchebaggery.

What. The. Actual. Fuck!

“Twelve!” exploded out of her mouth.

He paused while ripping open a condom wrapper and his brow wrinkled. “Twelve what?”

Oh my God, she hadn’t planned on releasing that into the universe. “Just… Just carry on.”

He didn’t. Instead, he narrowed his eyes on her. “Twelve what, Reilly? Twelve cracks upside my head with that damn club if anyone finds out about this? Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“No. Not that.”

“Twelve what, then?” He cocked an eyebrow, ignoring the latex disc now in his fingers. He would probably continue to ignore it until she explained.

“Orgasms. You owe me twelve.”

His other eyebrow joined the first one high up on his forehead. “How the fuck do I owe you twelve?”

She flapped a hand around. “Just hurry up and put that on.”

He glanced down at the condom in his hand, then back to her face. “Ain’t doin’ shit ’til you explain.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed. Then she realized if her eyes were closed, she couldn’t see his delicious body. And, for shit’s sake, it was damn delicious. She was hungry for it. Starving, in fact.

“One orgasm for every month I went without.”

“Without what?”

“Having sex with you. Just… Ignore me. Well, don’t ignore me, ignore my random outburst.” She reached up, grabbed his nipple and tweaked it. His body jolted in response and his cock flexed.

At least that got him moving. He quickly rolled the condom over his cock that looked ready to burst open like a can of breakfast biscuits. “Gonna take it slow at first, ‘cause I’m already ready to bust a fuckin’ nut—”

“Less words, more action,” she urged, then bit her bottom lip as he moved to settle between her thighs.

“You’re fuckin’ tellin’ me to talk less?”

She giggle-snorted. This was no time for jokes. Hell no. Not with him settling his weight between her thighs and putting those nipple piercings within range of her mouth.

And fingers.

The hot crown of his cock poked her inner thigh. She shifted her hips in encouragement.

“Gonna take it slow, babe. Tellin’ you now… Been waitin’ for this far too fuckin’ long…”

He had?

She smiled up at him.

He frowned. “You owe me twelve fuckin’ orgasms. And I expect to collect.”

“I like to pay my debts,” she assured him, her smile turning toothy.

“Good. ‘Cause you’re gonna pay. Might collect some interest, too.”

“I can work off the interest. I’m good with my mouth.”

“Better if you shut up now, woman.”

She could do that, all she needed was his nipple in her mouth and she’d gladly stop talking. “I’ve got one more thing to say…”

“Christ…”

“Fuck me.”

His irritation quickly changed to relief. “Was plannin’ on it.”

Her hips shot up when the thick crown bumped against her sensitive, slick flesh. Then his hand drove between them, sliding the head back and forth, nudging her open, finding the spot.

She held her breath and his blue eyes held hers.

“We do this. Ain’t no goin’ back,” came his unnecessary warning.

Seriously? He was right there!

“Yes, you’re right, we should rethink this,” she said dryly, lifted her hips and speared herself on his cock.

Something in his face changed. Surprise maybe? Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to worry about it right now. Nope, not right now. She had better things to do.

Like appreciate how full and complete she felt with him inside her.

“Fuck, babe,” he breathed, his face going soft and his eyelids lowering halfway.

“Don’t close your eyes,” she begged, desperately trying not to throw her head back and close her own.

“Fuck no. Wanna watch you.”

“Watch me do what?”

“Come.”

“You need to do a lot more than just pump into me once for that. The way you’re constantly pumping into those sweet butts, you’d think—”

He slapped his hand over her mouth and gave her a warning look.

She blinked once in a silent signal that she hoped he recognized as her accepting his warning and wouldn’t bring up those women again. At least not right now while he was inside her.

He stared at her a few more seconds before removing his hand. “Not a fuckin’ word, Reilly. Not one. Or I’m pullin’ out, puttin’ you over my knee and spankin’ your ass.”

“Oooh. Can we do that later?” she whispered, excited at that prospect.

“That was supposed to deter you from sayin’ shit. Shoulda known nothin’ will shut you up but my dick in your mouth.”

“Add that to the list,” she said, trying not to laugh.

“How ‘bout I do this, instead?” He dropped to his elbows, stole her mouth, and began to move his hips in a slow, rolling rhythm.

Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she tilted her pelvis to drive him even deeper, so he hit all the right spots. It was sensory overload with the way his cock was filling her, their tongues were mating and his bare chest brushing against her peaked nipples.

She groaned into his mouth, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her hands grabbed his ass, feeling the firm muscles flex beneath her fingers. She curled them and scraped her nails over his heated skin, then up his back and neck. Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, she wormed the other between the press of their bodies to find the warm metal dividing his pebbled nipple.

She flicked at it with her finger, wondering what he liked the most. Wondering who else had experienced them. Since she’d never seen him with his shirt off, she guessed he only removed it when he was in private, when he wasn’t doing the deed in the middle of The Barn or out in the courtyard.

She wanted to know when he got them and why. Had he liked his nipples played with before getting them? Or only now that he had them?

His moan erupted into her mouth when she got a good hold of the left barbell and twisted it hard. His hips surged and stuttered, then he began to power up and into her faster and more frantically. She released his neck so she could concentrate on both of his nipples. Twisting and teasing, flicking and tugging.

Every one of his reactions to her manipulation causing a reaction within her.

He broke his mouth free and turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and panting. “Supposed to be goin’ slow.”

“You were going slow,” she complained. Too damn slow.

“Need to not play with them right now.”

Damn. She was like a child about to have her toy taken away. “Can I add that to the list, too?”

He sighed and jammed his cock inside her harder, making her body rock. “Yeah, add that to the fuckin’ list,” he pushed through gritted teeth.

“That list will keep us busy for a while.”

“Not if I strangle you first.” When her mouth opened, he growled, “Ain’t addin’ that to the fuckin’ list. Ain’t into that shit.”

“Good. Me neither.”

His hips stilled and he pushed himself up, holding her gaze with a tight, unhappy expression. “Someone strangled you?”

She didn’t even need to answer, it only took him a few seconds to figure it out on his own.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his jaw going rock solid. He drew in one long inhale, then another.

“Dead douchebags aren’t allowed in this room right now.”

He closed his eyes and muttered another, “Fuck.”

He dug his elbows back into the mattress and used both hands to brush her hair away from her face as he stared down at her. She noticed when his eyes flicked briefly to the scar at her temple before they landed on her lips for a second, then he met her eyes again.

“Eleven more orgasms might take a while,” he said seriously.

“I have faith in you.”

“Least someone does,” he whispered.

“Wait a sec… Eleven more? No, twelve! You’re not cheating me out of an orgasm.”

His jaw softened and he shook his head slightly. “Then let’s bang some of them out, buttercup.”

“Oh yes, let’s.”

And that’s what they did. He managed to give her two on her back before rolling them both until she was on top. She straddled him, his cock as deep as it could get, and stared down at him.

He was so fucking beautiful, but it was his eyes that made her heart swell. They could say so much without him even speaking a word. She could read it in his face that he’d wanted this almost for as long as she had. This was not how he looked when he was bending a sweet butt over a bus bench or a picnic table or even The Barn’s bar. He looked at her differently.

If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was a mix of respect and awe. She was glad he respected her, which is why he held out from fucking her at first. But the second one… The awe part she didn’t understand.

She also didn’t understand how he didn’t turn out to be some lunatic with how he was raised. If anyone knew psychos, it was her. Billy Warren had used his fake and practiced charm to draw her in and once he got his claws in her, he showed his true self. His monster was released.

It reminded her of being coaxed into a trap and, once you were lured in and the trap snapped shut, it was about impossible to get free.

Death was one way. And she’d come close to it twice.

But right now she was very much alive, and Rev had just given her one awesome orgasm with his mouth and two more with his very awesome cock, proving he was no selfish asshole like the dead douchebag.

Only ten orgasms to go.

“Why you smilin’ like that?”

“Maybe it’s because you have a nice cock.”

His lips twitched slightly. “You seen it before.”

“Too many times to count, but seeing it and experiencing it are two different things. I’m lucky…”

“Ain’t you that’s lucky, babe.”

She sat still, loving the satisfying stretch and the occasional impatient flex of his cock inside her. “I don’t know,” she murmured, “I’m thinking I got the better end of this pact.”

“Then you’re seein’ it through the wrong eyes. Should see what I’m lookin’ at.”

That was the kind of stuff the dead douchebag would say to make her think he cared when he didn’t. It was all an act. A way to suck her in and put his foot in the door, and for her to let her guard down. In reality, he only cared about himself and draining her accounts dry. He was an expert at fleecing women and then abusing them when they didn’t cooperate. Something she didn’t know until she found out firsthand.

But Rev had no reason to lie. He’d worked with her for a year, he knew what she went through, he was there the last time Billy tried to kill her. And he knew only one word from her after this could risk his life and everything he had.

He meant what he said. While she needed to resist falling from lust into something deeper with him, his words still made her feel very wanted and more than worthy.

“Where have you been hiding, Rev?” she whispered.

He frowned. “What d’you mean? Hidin’ what? My scars?”

“No.”

“My past?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“That little bit of sweetness you keep sprinkling on me like powdered sugar.”

“Christ,” he muttered, but the corners of his eyes crinkled like he was fighting a smile or an annoyed grimace. “Ain’t sweet. Now, you gonna ride my cock so we can scratch that off your fuckin’ list?”

“Can I twist your nipples now?”

“Don’t do it ’til you’re ready for me to blow.”

“Got it. They’re like launch buttons.”

“Woman…” He grabbed her hips and his whole body shook beneath her, which meant his cock vibrated inside her, almost pulling a groan from her.

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, all right. I’ll fuck you if I must.” She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and bemoaned, “Such a freaking chore!”

“Gonna find yourself on your back again in a damn second.” His grumpy growl was clearly fake.

She dropped down and brushed her lips over his, then paused as they shared a breath. She moved on, kissing down his neck, circling his Adam’s apple with her tongue and then sucking at the hollow of his throat.

She moaned against his heated skin. “Why do you taste so damn good?”

“Cheap motel soap.”

She peppered kisses down and across his tattooed chest, pressing kisses as light as a butterfly landing on a flower to the very tips of his nipples.

Using her tongue, she flicked one platinum barbell and then the other, causing everything on him to quiver, including his buried cock.

The man was so fucking sexy she almost couldn’t stand it.

She wrapped her lips around his right nipple and sucked it into her mouth, using the tip of her tongue to play with the piercing.

“What’d I tell you?” he groaned.

“I’m not twisting them,” she insisted, her words muffled around the flesh now gently caught between her teeth.

“Reilly…”

She gasped when he grabbed both of her nipples and did exactly what she wanted to do to his. He twisted them. Hard. That sent a bolt of lightning straight down to her clit and beyond. She began to rock, grinding it into his pubis, still toying with his hardware with her tongue.

“Jesus fuck,” he grunted.

“I want to come one more time, then—I’m warning you now—I’m twisting the fuck out of those bad boys.”

He grunted again as she rocked back and forth and then ground in circles. She put her hands over his and encouraged him to twist her nipples again. Her breath shot out of her as she rose and then slammed down on top of him, making his torso lift and his knees rise to the point where he almost folded into a V.

He rolled both of her nipples between his fingers and murmured, “That’s it, babe, come all over me. Goddamn wrap…”

As much as she hated having that between them, too, at this point, there was no way they were going without one.

“I’m close,” she whispered. “So… close…”

She fell forward again, dislodging his hands from her breasts and claimed his lips, sweeping her tongue through his mouth, while reaching down and nabbing his nipples again. She was so close to her third and final destination that she knew she’d come the moment he did.

With the metal bars between her fingers, she cranked them. His back bowed off the bed at the same time she slammed down on his cock.

Rev shouted a loud, “Fuck!” as his face twisted and his muscles turned to concrete. Knowing he was about to come shoved her right over and she cried out his name when a grunt exploded from him and they both did a freefall at the same time. Her pussy gripped him firmly and didn’t want to let go as his latex-covered cock pulsed inside her.

For a second she thought she was having an out-of-body experience and she was floating above their bodies. Because, phew…

Four damn orgasms. A record for her.

She could easily get used to that. But then, at only twenty-eight, Rev still had a lot of gas in his tank.

She collapsed like one of those red, inflatable dancing tube men after someone pulled the plug, and melted into him, his damp, heaving chest a pillow for her cheek. She smiled when his arms wrapped around her and he planted his hands possessively on her ass cheeks, kneading her flesh gently. His quick, ragged breath stirred the hair by her ear.

“Okay, that was much better than my Rabbit.”

Using his fingers, he pulled damp strands of hair away from her face. She tipped it up so she could see his more clearly.

“Much better than my fist. Kinda gettin’ an idea of what a Rabbit is. Would like to watch you use it on yourself.”

“No, you don’t. I promise, it’s not a pretty sight. But it gets the job done when there’s no one else to do it.”

He made a noise deep within his throat.

“Am I crushing you?” she asked. She hoped not since she liked being sprawled on top of him like that. Still connected. Rising and falling with each breath he took.

“No.”

“You’re still hard.”

“Yeah.”

“You won’t be for long.”

“Won’t take me long to recover. Never does. We could knock out a few more of those orgasms I owe you before the night’s over. Then you can work on givin’ me my dozen. I got some ideas…” He gave her a lazy grin.

“I might need some pizza first.”

“Pizza and pussy. Sounds fuckin’ perfect.” He paused. “Reilly…”

“Yeah?”

“Gonna make it clear right now… You ain’t sleepin’ anywhere but in my bed ’til this is over.”

Until what was over? “This trip?”

“Yeah. The time we got here. ’Til we gotta go.”

Ah, yes, until they were back to reality. Right now she was in no hurry to get back there, but reality rushed in when he began to slip from her.

He rolled her back over, finished pulling free and quickly removed the full condom. He knotted the end and tucked it into a take-out napkin on the nightstand. He shifted back into place and stared down into her face.

“I need to clean up,” she whispered.

“In a few. Like where I am.”

“I like where you are, too, but we could share a shower. Do you feel dirty?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he teased back. “But no point in cleanin’ up yet, you’re gonna get messy again soon.”

“With pizza crumbs?”

He snorted. “Gonna feed you somethin’ and it ain’t pizza.”

Her eyes went wide. “Garlic knots?”

He sighed and rolled off her, snagging his phone off the nightstand. “Christ, woman, let me get you fed before you chew off my damn limbs.”

“It doesn’t mean I’m not hungry for a certain appetizer before the main meal’s delivered.”

He stopped scrolling through his phone and glanced up. “Was gonna pick it up, but you just changed my mind.”

“Delivery has its perks.”

“Sometimes you’re all right, buttercup,” he said as he continued his online search for a local pizza joint. “You might be worth takin’ a couple clubs over the head.”

“Just a couple?”

“Gonna re-evaluate after I get my dozen orgasms.”

“Hopefully you don’t expect them all tonight since you only have two more condoms.”

“Don’t need wraps for some of what I got planned.” He lifted his head, shot her a grin, then put the phone to his ear and ordered pizza.

Hours later, their bellies were full, they were sexually sated and had plans to stop for more condoms on their way to Media the next morning.

The man was like a damn Energizer Bunny. In a short amount of time, he not only paid his debt, he began to bank interest.