Free Cotton: Satan's Fury MC by L Wilder Page A

palm of her hand as I said, “I’ve thought about you a time or two.”
    She smiled and said, “Hmmm… A time or two, huh? I must be losing my touch.”
    “Not a chance,” I told her as I ran my fingers through her long hair. “How’d Dusty’s project go?”
    “You should’ve seen it. Clutch went all out and bought all kinds of stuff we didn’t even need. It was a mess, but Dusty was tickled to death with it.”
    “I’m sure he was. I would be, too. I used to love doing projects like that, but mine usually involved blowing something up,” I laughed.
    “Blowing stuff up? I’m sure your mother loved that.”
    “Yeah, we gave her a run for her money. My brothers and I were always getting into stuff. When Joe discovered what would happen when you put Mentos into a soda bottle, it was a game changer.”
    She was quiet for a minute, then looked up to me and asked, “What time are you leaving tomorrow?”
    “Early. An old friend…” I let out a breath, then continued, “ Sara needs our help. The sooner we get to Anchorage, the better.” The light mood instantly changed as her eyes dropped to my chest and concern washed over her face. I didn’t like the thought of leaving her any more than she did, but it was something that had to be done. I brought my hand to her chin, forcing her to look at me, when I said, “I’ll be back before you know it.”
    “I know. It’s hard not to worry though, especially when you’ll be so far away, and … just please be careful.”
    “Always,” I told her and dropped my mouth to hers, kissing her long and hard. Her mouth was warm and wet, and all of her little moans and whimpers made my cock ache with need. When she pulled her nightgown over her head, exposing her perfect, round breasts, I was done. I had to have her. I leaned over her and watched the goosebumps rise along her skin as I began to trace the slope of her breast with my fingertips. She was perfect, every damn inch of her, and I was determined to have her… over and over again. I settled myself between her thighs and ran my tongue across the edge of her lace panties, teasing her, tormenting her as she squirmed beneath me. Her scent was intoxicating, and I was overcome with the need to taste her. I slipped her panties down past her ankles while trailing kisses down the thick of her thigh.
    I slid my hands under her ass as I lowered my head between her legs and watched as her back arched off of the bed when I brushed my tongue across her clit. Damn. I loved how her body responded instantly to my touch. I couldn’t get enough. I continued to lick and suck her clit while easing my fingers deep inside her, finding the spot that drove her wild. I covered her with my mouth, sucking and nipping until her body jolted and bucked beneath me. With the sounds of her moans echoing through the room, I placed my hands on her thighs, holding her in place while I continued to work her over with my mouth. Her taste had my cock throbbing with an uncontrollable need to be inside her, and when I could wait no longer, I quickly removed my boxers and settled myself between her legs.
    I placed my mouth close to her ear and whispered, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”
    Without saying a word, she pressed her lips to mine in a possessive, demanding kiss and wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing my cock against her. There was no doubt she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and I had every intention of giving her all I had to give. I spent the entire night making love to her, taking my time to burn every inch of her body into my memory. I wanted to remember every moment, every touch, so I’d have some part of her with me while I was gone.

 
     
    My hand drifted over to Cotton’s side of the bed, longing to touch him one last time before he left, but I was too late. He was gone. The warm spot where he’d once lain was now empty and cold. I brought my knees up to my chest, curling myself into a