Free Torched: Afterburn (Iron Serpents Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Shay Mara Page A

chest and reached into his pocket this time. “Are you complaining?”
    No. No he was not.
    He leaned in to go for her mouth, but she pulled her head back. Before he realized what was happening, she’d flicked open his switchblade and pressed the tip to his cheek.
    If it had been anyone else he probably would’ve lost his shit, but this was just Liv pushing another crazy fucking boundary to see if she could make him flinch. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Why would he? Walking that fine line between sexy and dangerous was a turn-on like no other.
    But he wasn’t about to lose a chunk of his beloved beard to foreplay either. He stood motionless as she lightly dragged the blade down the side of his face and neck, before pulling it and his long-sleeve shirt away from his chest. The thing was sharp as shit, and with one swipe, she sliced through the collar and halfway down. Biting her lip seductively, she tossed the knife aside, grabbed a piece of fabric in each hand, and tore his shirt open the rest of the way.
    Two could play this fucking game.
    He ran his palm up her sternum and curled his fingers around her throat. “You’re starting to push your luck sweetheart.”
    “Trust me,” she murmured, “this is just the tip of the demented iceberg. Didn’t you read the fine print before you married me?”
    “Didn’t realize I needed legal counsel, my mistake.” He gripped her neck and crushed his lips to hers.
    There was a chain link fence behind him; but as hot as it was to know they could be seen by passing cars, he wasn’t about to share his woman with anyone. He picked her up and kept exploring that sweet mouth, slowly moving towards a blue Camaro he’d parked next to the shed earlier that day.
    He set her down and spun her sexy ass around. Reaching around from both sides, he clasped her unzipped top and tore it completely open, then pulled it down off her shoulders and cinched it behind her back to hold her arms together with one hand.
    With the other, he slid off her black pants and roughly pushed down on her back to bend her over the hood.
    As he frantically tugged at his belt to get it undone as quick as fucking possible, she glanced back over her shoulder and licked those pillowy lips, sending him into overdrive. “You need a hand back there? I have two if you give this shirt some slack.”
    He slapped her ass and growled. “Not a fucking chance, you’re right where you need to be.” After finally freeing his desperate cock from its prison, he slid his hand down between her cheeks and around to her soaking wet pussy. He dipped two fingers inside her swollen passage and smiled. His woman… Always fucking ready.
    She grunted in disapproval when he withdrew, but she’d already stolen victory right out from under him and he was done playing by her fucking rules.
    He brought his wet fingers to her mouth. “Lick yourself off,” he ordered.
    As she clamped her lips around his fingers, he thrust his cock deep inside of her. She let out a raspy moan and sank her teeth into his skin. Between her sharp bite and the glorious fucking feeling of her warmth enveloping every inch of his shaft, his head started spinning and he almost lost it on the spot.
    He yanked his fingers out of her mouth to keep himself from erupting. Instead, he bent over her and grabbed her hair, then turned her head to the side so he could bite her neck and return the favor.
    Moaning and breathing hard, she pushed back against every elongated stroke. “God, I love your cock,” she whimpered. “Almost there, baby. Harder.”
    He wasn’t about to deny her and slammed into her core hard and deep. Once, twice, thr—
    “Fuck!” she cried out, her walls bearing down and squeezing so tight, he came as soon as she did.
    As the best kind of pleasure washed over him, he released his hold on her shirt and planted both hands on the hood to steady himself. It had only been hours since they’d gone at it in the shower, but his throbbing