Free Owned by the Outlaw by Jenika Snow Page B

again, hitting her g-spot until stars of black and white danced
before her vision. He was sweating heavily now, and those beads of wetness
dropped onto her belly. The feeling was hot and then cooled, but everything
else faded away when he placed his thumb on her clit, pressed on the nub, and
rubbed it back and forth.
    Molly exploded right then and there for the fourth
time, but this time it was a different kind of orgasm, one that stole her
breath, had her heart stalling in her chest, and had her wetter than she had
ever been before. But this wasn’t wetness from her arousal, but a gush that
left her, had Stinger cursing wildly, and nearly paralyzed her. Molly arched
her back, unable to control even the most basic movements at this second. It
seemed like an eternity passed before she heard the sounds of the room saturate
her senses.
    “Look at me.”
    She forced her head off the mattress, but it was
hard as hell as the sensations of this different kind of pleasure washed
through her. He was still pounding in and out of her, and the sweat that
covered his body made his ink and muscles stand out in stark relief.
    “You are so fucking beautiful like this.” He breathed
out, closed his eyes, and growled low. His thrusting increased impossibly
further, and she knew he was close to coming. He opened his eyes and stared
right into hers. “So open and coming so hard you are getting everything fucking
soaked.” And then he stilled deep inside of her, bottomed all the way out and
roared out as he came.
    It was the most intense thing Molly had ever seen,
and she had seen a lot of shit in her life. When his body stopped shaking
violently he collapsed over her, but braced his hands right beside her head
before he crushed her with his massive weight. His face was close to hers, and
their breath mingled together. It still looked like he was trying to get
control of himself even though he had just gotten off. He pulled out of her,
and a soft sound left her at the feeling of being suddenly empty. When he was
beside her they lay there in silence for a few minutes, both trying to control
their breathing.
    She had just had a one-night stand. The first one
she had ever had. It didn’t matter that Stinger had sounded like he was making
some kind of declaration while he had been fucking her. Things were said in the
moment of passion, and those kinds of words spoken were not something she
wanted to think about too deeply, or if he truly did mean them. Their lives
were different, she was different, and she had gotten away from the MC life. But
how could she step away from a life she was tied to through her son? And how
could she turn her back on the men that she had grown to care about like
family? Molly may not agree with everything they did, but for every violent and
illegal act they committed in the name of their club, The Brothers of Menace
did something kind. Taking in those women who had been selling their bodies,
making sure they were safe and not subject to being abused by their pimp was
something they didn’t have to do. They had, though, and all because the women had
needed help. Jumping into something more than just this one night with Stinger
wasn’t smart. There were just too many obstacles that could get between them,
and she didn’t want to live a complicated life—not any more than normal, that
is.
    “You’re thinking pretty hard there.”
    She turned her head and looked at Stinger. He had
his eyes closed, but she wasn’t surprised he could sense things. He was a
shifter after all, but it wasn’t about that. Men of his breed—men like Malice
and every other member of The Brothers of Menace—had this sixth sense to them.
That was what made them so lethal. He opened his eyes when she didn’t answer, and
turned his head so they were looking at each other now.
    “And I’m sure it has to do with the fact you think
this is a one-night stand.” He kept his expression stoic, yet hard. “You heard
what I said while my cock