“Sure am.”
“Bring on the money,” Viper says in a playful voice while staring at Rage.
“I’m coming,” I tell them.
Viper’s brow slowly lifts. “Are you sure about that?”
I can’t help myself. “Call me curious.”
“Okay…” he says, his tone patronizing.
“Are you going to the gym this afternoon?” I ask Viper.
His lips curve up into a sexy grin. “I am if you are.”
I smile back at him. I love how comfortable I am with Viper. He’s easygoing and happy to go along with whatever I ask. I’m sure I’m not the easiest person to deal with.
“What do I wear tonight?” I ask, knowing I have to be practical. I can’t just put on a dress and heels and walk into an illegal fight with God knows what people will be there.
“Jeans, shirt, enclosed shoes.”
After we leave the gym, I’m flustered and aching with need from seeing Viper’s arms flex when he lifted the weights, seeing how the sweat misted his skin during his workout and how the tank top showcased his rounded shoulders and corded pecs. The women followed him around the gym.
Once in the truck, I scan the parking lot. No one is around, and I’m suffocating with need. My eyes lock back onto Viper. His coconut-and-lime cologne and manly sweat are a potent combination. “I want you in me now,” I murmur. His eyes widen, then darken. I go to pull down my shorts, but his hands hold mine firmly in place.
“We are in a parking lot. I’m not having men see you.”
My inner slut curses at him. I don’t care who sees us. All I know is I’m wet and blind with need. “Take me back to the clubhouse then. Hurry!”
We make it back in record time. The truck skids into the shed, and Viper parks it at a haphazard angle. I crawl into the back seat. Delicious anticipation fills me. I pull my shorts and thong down over my ass. “Come in the back seat with me,” I say through heavy breaths.
Viper’s scanning the shed. Though I saw no one out front when we drove in, the thought of someone catching us makes my stomach flutter. “No one’s here,” I reassure him.
He pauses. “Fucking hell, Sophie.”
Internally, I’m cheering at the wavering resolve in his voice.
He gets out of the front seat and gets in the back with me. His eyes roam me thirstily, but I’m possessed. “Pull down your goddamn shorts, Viper!”
He gives me a small chuckle, and when he kicks off his shorts, his dick looks painfully hard. He leisurely strokes it a few times from the base to the head, which only urges me on further. I straddle him. Primitive instinct taking over my body.
He aligns us, and when I feel the crest of him pressing against me, he says, “Ride me, wifey,” in a husky voice. I slowly glide down, inch by glorious inch.
A groan reverberates through his chest as a sigh of pleasure leaves my lips when I feel the fullness of him deep inside me. I lift and slowly lower again, feeling heat flooding through my body. The lust in his eyes and the need to fuck have me quickening the pace. There’s movement in the corner of my eye, and when I peek to the side, I see Candy watching us. I give her a small smile, then focus back on Viper.
“Viper,” I say, “you feel so good!”
The momentum is perfect as he rocks up to meet my drive. Our hearts pound, our chests heave for air, and our foreheads dampen with sweat. His hands are greedy, one cupping my heavy breasts through my sports bra, the other gripping my hair, pulling my mouth to his. Our tongues dance furiously as our rhythm becomes more desperate. Pleasure disperses with every plunge.
He’s working harder and faster as we spiral out of control. “Fuck, Sophie!” he exclaims.
Everything tightens until ecstasy radiates from my core. As I go to scream, his mouth fuses to mine, swallowing my scream, and we ride out our orgasms together. I sink lax into his arms, sweaty and boneless as I try to gather air into my lungs.
“That was… wow…” he says through pants. I sit up, my eyes taking him in. I’ve always loved sex, but with him, I can’t control myself. Hunger and primal need surge through me. My body constantly aches for his hands on my skin or his lips on mine and for us to be connected in the most intimate ways.
I glimpse to the side. Candy is no longer there. “Candy just watched us.”
He shrugs, and the side of his lip quirks up. “Hopefully she’s got the hint.”
