I take hold of his bottom lip, loving the way his chest rumbles in appreciation as he fucks me. I suck, lick, and devour myself off him while he takes me in a way I’ve never been taken.

I find my orgasm first. Heat begins rushing up from my toes until my entire body is hot, desperate for release.

With one more perfect thrust, I come. I come so hard my teeth sink into his lip and our feral cries fill the room. Then, in a blur, I’m being flipped around and bent back over the sink. His hands fist in my hair and he fucks me so hard my pussy aches in the most delicious way. I can see us in the mirror; we look like wild animals on the edge of frenzied passion.

“Watch me come,” he barks. “Watch me fucking come inside you.”

My eyes are on his at the exact moment he explodes inside me. His eyes almost roll with pleasure, hazing over as he goes off into another world. His lips part and his head drops back, feral hisses and groans escaping his lips as his thrusting slows, until he’s dragging his cock in and out lazily.

“Holy shit,” I breathe when he stops thrusting and his head finds my shoulder, his big body stretching over mine.

“Holy shit, all right,” he pants. “I’ve decided somethin’, right here and fuckin’ now . . .”

“What’s that?” I whisper.

“I’m fuckin’ keepin’ you, Ash. Because there is no way I can go through my life without feeling that kind of intensity again.”

My heart feels like it stops beating.

He wants to keep me?

What if I don’t want to be kept?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Cleaning up is interesting. I have our arousal all over my body, and so does he. His chest is still damp from having my pussy resting against it. We’re a stunning mess. Showering is the best option, so we both get in, our hands discovering each other’s bodies as we lather up and get clean.

When we’re done, I dry and dress, and Krypt pulls on a pair of clean jeans and nothing else. My breath comes out in a whoosh as I watch him moving around the room, his body so darned sensational I want to take my tongue to it and lick every single perfect inch. He’s divine, like heaven wrapped up in tattoos.

“You hungry?” he asks when I come out, still drying my hair.

I nod.

He tilts his head to the side. “I scared you, didn’t I?”

“What?” I say, shaking my head. “No.”

“When I said I’m keepin’ you. It scared you.”

My cheeks flush. He walks forward, cupping my jaw in one of his rugged, rough hands. “I’ve never wanted a woman to be my old lady, and I’ve had enough of them. The minute I saw you, the minute you opened your mouth, there was something about you I’d never seen in a lady before. It’s not just about the fucking, Ash—it’s about the fact that you give me somethin’ no one else ever has.”

“You don’t know me, Krypt.”

“No,” he murmurs. “But I’m going to.”

“No,” I whisper, pulling my jaw from his chin. “You’re not.”

“You tellin’ me you won’t get to know me, and consider bein’ with me?”

“Why?” I bark, taking a step back. “You’re feeding me bullshit that I’ve heard from enough men to know it means nothing. You don’t understand me, Beau. Not even close. You don’t know what I’m scared of, or what makes me cry. You don’t know what makes me laugh or what I love and hate. All you like is that I’m sassy, and I made your dick feel fucking good. That isn’t enough for me, so don’t ask me to be something I can never be to you. I never have and never will be someone’s possession.”

I turn and walk out of the room, giving him no more.

I rush out of the house and past a group of bikers who fucking cheer and wink at me. Well, I guess the house has thin walls. I push through the front door and I see Maddox sitting on the stairs, watching Santana who is sitting on an old chair, staring out into the wilderness. He turns when he hears me, and his eyes narrow.

“Hey,” he yells as I rush past him.

“Eat a dick, Maddox.”

His boots crunch on the gravel as he follows me, and it takes everything for me not to turn and kick him in the balls again. His hand curls around my arm just before I reach the thick trees that I’m enjoying so much lately. He spins me around, and my face bumps into his massive chest. I shove at him, causing him to take a few steps back.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You and Krypt fightin’?”

I stop and glare at him. “Since when did we become friends? Newsflash, we’re not. I hate you. I hate him and I hate this place.”

Yep, that was petty of me, and I sounded like a small, pathetic child.

“You done?” he asks, leaning against a tree and crossing his arms over his chest.

I sigh. “Yeah.”

“Good. Now are you gonna tell me why you’re runnin’ outta there and he ain’t followin’ you?”

“No reason. It’s fine.”

“Darlin’,” he smirks, “the entire house heard the fucking he just gave you. Now I’ll ask you again: Are you gonna tell me why you’re suddenly runnin’ out the door?”

“He . . . he wants to keep me,” I say, meeting his eyes.

His brows go up. “He wants you to be his old lady?”

“He wants to get to know me more, so he can make me his old lady, yeah.”