RIDING DIRTY (Steel Titans MC Book 4) by Franca Storm (ebook voice reader .txt) 📕

It seemed like she was coming to the end, just like I was. She needed out. Problem was, she was a stubborn thing, and that was getting in the way of her even admitting it to herself, let alone, to anybody else.

I hadn’t wanted to care, but I did. And after last night… fuck… all bets were off.

I hadn’t taken our fucking to that brutal, dark place I’d always done with anybody else. I hadn’t wanted to. She brought out something else in me, something I hadn’t yet managed to wrap my head around. I’d wanted to savor the connection with her, learn every inch of her, slow down and just feel with her.

All the times in the past when I’d gone the other route with the club whores and all that, it’d been an outlet for my grief and guilt. I delivered those punishing kinds of fucks as a way of onloading all my sins and shit.

But, with Willa, she was full of the same, so I hadn’t needed to. It had been about sharing it, I figured. I’d never experienced anything like last night before. Not with any other woman, not even with my late wife. Willa had been a wild thing, all raw passion and need. She’d struck a balance of power between us that I’d never thought possible for me. It hadn’t been clean-cut like I was used to, with me doing all the dominating and the woman being submissive all the way. Willa had risen to the challenge, she’d wanted it hard and dirty, and she’d taken as much as she’d wanted, then given back the rest.

She was gonna be sore today. That first time in her office hadn’t been the end of it. Afterward, I’d headed back into the kitchen to scarf down the sandwich I’d made earlier. But she’d basically jumped me. I’d ended up coming all over her back, because neither of us had had a condom on us. I always kept a supply in the inner pocket of my leather jacket, which I’d left back in her office after the first time we’d gotten it on. Then we’d headed to the shower together. That had led to the third round with some doggy style pounding against the shower wall. She had the tightest pussy I’d ever had the good fortune of fucking, and I was a lot to take. Going three times back-to-back wasn’t gonna go unnoticed by her.

An idea came to me. I’d go run her a hot bath to help her out with it. I rolled to my other side, then went to toss the covers off myself, but just those slight movements startled Willa awake.

Startled was actually an understatement.

The next thing I knew, her weight was slamming into me.

In a split second, she was straddling me, pinning me down, with a blade to my throat.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Willa,” I spoke calmly, knowing any aggression or freak out on my end would just antagonize an already volatile situation. “It’s Slade.”

I gazed into her unfocused, bleary eyes, seeing that she was out of it, not fully awake or aware of her surroundings. The instinct to react and disarm her with a couple of quick moves was roaring through me, but I pushed it down. If I went that route, I’d have to hurt her. The woman was definitely under my skin, because even the idea of doing that made me sick to my stomach.

She blinked hard a couple of times.

Her eyes focused.

“Oh my God!” she cried, pulling the blade away, then scrambling off me. I heard the blade clatter to her nightstand, the threat over and done with.

I sat up, finding her sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over, her face held in her hands as she rocked back and forth muttering incoherently to herself.

“It’s all right,” I said, taking a seat beside her and reaching out cautiously and laying my hand on her shoulder.

She dropped her hands from her face and looked at me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—I’m not used to—”

“I get it. Like I said, it’s all good.”

“I almost slit your throat.”

I grinned. “Don’t flatter yourself, darlin’.”

“Slade.”

I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a squeeze. “Come on, there’s humor to be found here, yeah?”

I managed to get a small smile out of her. “Dark humor, maybe,” she said with a roll of her eyes.

“Well, I like a little darkness.”

Her eyes shone at me echoing her words to me from that night we’d first come here. She turned her body toward me, pulling from my hold in the process. Looking at me intently, she told me, “You’re not as dark as you think you are.”

I shrugged. “I am what the world needs me to be, right?”

“I hear you there.” She scrubbed her hand over her face. “Shit,” she muttered to herself, then shook it off and shot to her feet. She paced for a few moments, then her gaze darted to the alarm clock on her bedside table. “Jeez, nine in the morning?”

Yeah, that was late for her. Every morning I’d been here, she’d been up and about at five without fail.

“You needed the rest,” I told her, walking to the dresser over on the other side of the room and pulling out a pair of boxers, then a t-shirt. “Last night was a lot,” I said, pulling the boxers on. I walked back to the bed and tossed the t-shirt to her. At the look of surprise all over her face, I explained, “Last night’s gonna be repeating itself any second now, if you don’t put that shirt on.”

The woman was so comfortable in her own skin, with her body, that she hadn’t noticed that she was completely naked. “You really can’t control your dick better than that?” She grinned slyly as she toyed with putting it on. “Or, am I the one controlling your dick now?”

So, the soft, sweet side of her had taken a backseat again then.

Luckily for her, I