Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

bed and she snuggles down into the covers. Her pale red hair splashing in contrast against the dark pillowcases. I watched her for a second before I pulled my own jeans off and crawled into the bed next to her. I didn’t touch her but I turned in her direction. I could move over a good foot and still not be touching her, the bed was so fucking big. My cock knew she was close though.

“Thanks for this.” She spoke softly.

“Yeah, no problem.” My eyes close but sleep doesn’t come. For her either.

“Wyatt?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Her voice was barely a whisper now, I had to move closer to hear her.

“Never satisfied, huh?” I joke with her. When she doesn’t say anything after that I back track thinking that she is upset. “Hey, I’m just fucking around. You can ask.”

“I don’t know how you feel about it but would you mind if I got a little closer to you. It’s scary here. You’re the only one that makes me feel safe. I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do though. So, I’ll understand if you say no.”

I didn’t understand what she was asking for at first. Get closer how? I moved closer to her like she asked but that wasn’t what she wanted. She reached around her back and grabbed my hand. She wrapped it around her waist and pressed herself even closer against me.

“This okay?” She looked over her shoulder in my face.

“Yeah. It’s fine,” I reply.

Fucking hell, this feels so damn perfect. I grab hold of her and pull her against me even harder if my arms make her feel safe, I could oblige her request. She wiggled her hips slightly as she burrowed deeper into the covers.

I hiss in at the contact of her plump ass against my midsection.

“What’s wrong?” She turns around slightly.

“You’re driving me out of my mind.” My voice is full of grit and strain.

“Why? I can move?” She tries to pull herself from being so close to me but I tighten my grasp against her and pull her back. My shaft nestled against the top of her ass.

“Did I tell you to move? You’re fine just where you are.” I lean closer to her ear and the words come out in a whisper.

I almost lose my shit when a slight whimper comes out of her mouth.

She wiggles a little slower.

I grip her hard. “Be good,” I command. I’m trying to be a gentleman. I’m trying not to spread her legs and spear myself deep into her like I want to but she is testing my fucking resolve.

“Don’t wanna,” she whispers back, but she doesn’t look at me.

“Fucking hell.” I push my hand under her blanket and touch her side. I will stop in just a little bit. I can stop.

My hand drifts down toward her legs and I move even closer as I feel her silky skin. My hips buck slightly at the sensation and I let my fingers trail up her leg and onto her hip.

“Mmm, that’s nice.” She breathes out.

I let my hand search for the fabric of her underwear. My hand pushes further up and then further until I’m grazing her lower ribs. What the hell, did I miss it?

I focus a little better and go searching again. When my fingers touch nothing, I let them slide further forward.

Bare pussy.

I just realized that she didn’t have anything but my shirt on.

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” If I were a crier I’d be crying right now.

“I don’t have any.” She turns in my direction this time.

Her eyes catching mine.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I strain to pull away.

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

She puts her hands around my neck and fully turns around now. Her front pressed against mine. “You’re doing the same things to me.”

“You’re vulnerable right now or something,” I say, trying to give her a way out.

But then she hooks her leg over my hip and pulls me closer to her.

“I am vulnerable, but I’m also free, and strong, and I know what I want. I want you.” She leans forward to kiss me and my willpower melts away with every swipe of her mouth against mine. I fight to grab on to at least one last thread. The problem is I don’t respond.

I don’t kiss back, my mind still warring with itself about this being the right thing for me to do. I’m smart enough to know that I want to know more about this woman and if I give in now will she hold it against me later?

“It’s okay. We don’t have to. I can just sleep.” I hear her whisper and try to pull away. This time I let her. This is the right thing to do. Get through everything that is going on. Let her feel completely safe.

She rolls over and I watch as her body almost folds into herself and hands grip the sheet hard. This isn’t about me, this should be about her.

I pull the sheets up and turn over to the other side myself.

Fuck I almost messed that up.

After a few minutes I feel myself drifting to sleep.

“Please, harder. Fuck me harder.” She laughs and it’s musical. I grip onto her hard and an orgasm more intense than I ever felt tore through my body.

I gasp and sit up in bed.

“What the fuck? Shit!” I moan and look around. Fuck me, I was having a wet dream. How fucking childish is that shit. My cock is painfully hard. Vague visions of Dela floating in my head start to disappear. I run my hand through my hair, wiping some of the cold sweat off in the process. Even the weight of the blanket is too much on my blood-filled dick. I’m going to have to go to the bathroom and jack one out.

I turn in the bed, Dela is still fast asleep. Her hair is wild and she