Clear (Storm's Soldiers MC Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

fired up and set me loose all at once.
    I tipped my head up and landed a gentle kiss on his lips. He pressed down brusquely. His powerful arm scooped me around by the small of my back, pinning me in place. I stroked him harder and his tongue darted into my mouth, the first part of him starting to invade me. My brain clouded with lust, but I found the boldness to exhale words into his ears: “Not here. Tara.”
    Vaughn led me upstairs by the small of my back, calm and patient until I had the room door closed behind us. He pressed me down on my own bed, but stopped at the edge, freeing himself from his rough jeans. The part of him I’d been servicing with my hand sprung up, vast and thick and round before me. My mouth wasn’t much bigger than the curl of my grip, but I peeked up at his expectant face and took him in whole.
    His whole body rumbled like an engine starting up as I slid off and on. He thrust in shallow strokes but I took him deeper than that. I held my tongue down and swallowed him until I could set my forehead against his rippling abs.
    “You really want me tonight, huh girl?” he groaned up above.
    I kept my rhythm, savoring his taste. Maybe I did want him more, maybe seeing that poster reminded me how wrong this was and how hot that made it. I wrapped my arms around and took a firm grab of his cute butt. Any more words he had escaped in a hiss.
    He started to twitch inside my mouth and I sped up, but his hands ripped me off. In a flash and flurry, my clothes were strewn around me. He crouched above me with nothing but his jacket on and hanging open. God did I love that look, with his colors ripped open and all his muscles on display.
    I yelped as he entered me.
    “Shhh,” he whispered with a smile. “Think of poor Tara.”
    I clapped my hands to my mouth, but he just pounded me until even that wasn’t enough to hold back my moans. Finally, each stroke came slower and thicker, and then we came together. He clutched me to him and I sighed into his ears. My body flooded with wave after wave of pleasure and my insides were drenched by his thick jets.
    He threw his colors to the floor and we lay next to each other.
    “Nicely done,” he said.
    “Gee, thanks.”
    He stroked my damp head. “I mean it. Don’t know what possessed you today, but I hope it sticks around.”
    The light strokes and exhaustion had me starting to drift off, but then I remembered what had me riled up.
    “I saw a poster today,” I said. “At school.”
    “Must be some poster.”
    “It was. Something about a white rights rally in Centennial Park.”
    His eyes flickered open. We were both bright awake and staring at each other.
    “Oh yeah?” he asked.
    “Is that your group giving speeches?”
    “The Soldiers? No. The soldiers don’t talk at rallies.”
    It was a quick answer, but he seemed way too relieve to be done with it.
    “Who’s rally is it then?” I asked
    There was only the sound of our chests moving for awhile. Vaughn turned to the ceiling. “It’s my father. That’s who’s organizing this.”
    Some part of me had always known. “You don’t consider him part of your group?”
    His head shuffled side to side on the pillow. “Hell, no. He’s got some silly civilian group. I’m family but I’m not with them.”
    “Oh.”
    His tipped back to me. “They asked me to talk. I said no. I’ve got nothing to say at those things. Never have.”
    I smiled, but not fully. It was what I’d wanted to hear, but something was still off.
    His eyes lay unblinking on mine, as if expecting another shot to come his way.
    Just like that, I knew the next question: Are you going to be there?
    My lips couldn’t pronounced the words though. Wasn’t him not wanting to talk enough? I remembered him saying how rare these rallies were - maybe once a year. This was just bad timing for us, coming so soon into our relationship. Going against his club was one thing, but I couldn’t expect him to turn his back on his family.