Athena's Raid: Book Two Perdition MC by Isabel Wroth Page B

wild mess as she cried out his name to the ceiling. “If this…is you…rusty, I’m going to die.”
    “Muscle memory, fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
    “Raid, please.”
    “Sweetest, greediest pussy I ever had.”
    “Raid!”
    “I want you bare, Athena. I’m clean, please tell me you’re on the pill.”
     
    Some of the fire faded from her eyes, a sadness that made his gut clench and his heart twist, because he knew whatever she was going to say would be painful for both of them. “I don’t need it.” He tilted his head and took his fingers from inside her, stroking her thighs soothingly, up her hips to brush his thumbs over her belly, watching her trace her fingertips over that scar below her navel. “I can’t get pregnant.” She said it like she was ashamed or something, like it was her fault. He crawled over her and let his weight press her down into the bed, bracing himself up on his elbows so he could look deep into those gorgeous, amethyst colored eyes. “The accident you had?” She nodded, blinking to look sideways, “Car accident when I was twelve. Doctors had to do a partial hysterectomy to stop the bleeding. So, no kids.” She wanted them though, he could hear it in the soft murmur of her voice, see it in the way she tried to hide her eyes from him. He’d never been one to really think much about a future, a family outside his brothers, but he was now. Well, he would later, right now he needed her to stop looking like she’d just failed life somehow. “Hey, just means I have you all to myself. And I am kinda tired, not too tired, but if you still want on top, I’m not gonna argue.”
     
    That made her laugh, and she was still laughing when she kissed him. Still laughing when she rolled him over and used her arm to throw all her hair over her shoulder, sitting astride him. She took his breath away with how beautiful she was up there. All her fair, beautiful skin with not a single freckle on it, no tattoos, no marks except for that scar below her navel. Stunning. She was stunning, and she was all his.
     
    Her breasts were the perfect handful, tipped with berry red nipples, the same color as her pussy when she came, and all that hair, tangled from her thrashing, fuckin magnificent. “My oral skills aren’t as impressive as yours, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do that trick with your fly.” He grinned up at her and jerked his chin her way, “I’ll let it slide this time. Hurry up,”
     
    She shook her head and bent down to kiss him, holding his jaw in her hand to tilt his head back the way she wanted it. Fuck. Sexy. “What if I don’t want to hurry?” He kneaded his hands into her gorgeous ass and rocked her over his cock, letting the denim rasp against her flesh and make her gasp at the abrasiveness. “You do. You really, really do.” She nodded, “You’re right. I do.” She tore his jeans off in record time and before she could get her hands on him, he flipped her back over and caught her thigh over his elbow. He watched her face twist with the same ecstasy that raked claws through his belly, when her pussy caught the head of his cock and swallowed it whole. He pushed hard through to the end of her, burning alive inside the tight grip she had on him, licking the sound of her pleasure from her swollen lips. “Last time I’ll be a gentleman,” He warned, and she gasped softly, arching into him, spreading her knees wider to tilt her hips back at a sweeter angle, “Thank god, please, Raid, enough talking!”
    “Shit yeah.”
     
     
     
    FOURTEEN
     
    Her eyes opened and the first thing she saw was Cruncher’s eyeballs, peering at her from the edge of the bed. She blinked and heard his tail start whacking back and forth, heard him chuff at her and when she blinked again, he thought that was invitation enough to leap up on the bed and throw himself down on her. His weight made her moan as her body protested the movement. For a guy who’d not been with a woman since