"Yes. K-knew it'd be like this," Joey said.

Her admission made him growl. "You felt that fire, didn't you? Saw how much I wanted to fuck you against any surface I could pin you to."

She moaned long and deeply.

A fresh gush of cream covered his fingers. He gathered the moisture and slipped inside her entrance. Her walls clamped down on his finger and she came. "I'm going to fuck you through it, baby. You will never fully come down when you're with me. I promise you that."

Eventually, her quakes stopped and her eyelids fluttered open. She blinked, struggling to focus.

"You back with me?" He smiled.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

He removed his hands from her pants and sucked his fingers into his mouth. Sweet and spicy, she hit his tongue and made his taste buds come alive. "So good, but I need a hit straight from the source."

Her eyes widened. "What about you? It's your turn."

"No, I'll get mine when you've been well satisfied. Seeing you come gets me off, beautiful. I want to make sure you're ready for me when I take you, because there won't be anything gentle about it."

Her mouth formed an O as she stared at him.

Moose grinned, hooking his thumbs expertly into her jeans and underwear, then smoothly slid them down her legs. She stepped out of her flats, resting her small hand on his shoulder as he helped her move away from the puddle of clothing. "Spread your legs. I want to taste you." He wrapped his hand behind her knee and placed her long leg over his shoulder.

Braced against the door with one foot firmly planted on the ground she was an Amazon goddess come to life. Light danced off her supple skin and the lips of her waxed pussy glistened with her cream.

He nuzzled her clit with his nose and she grasped at the short strands of his hair, then ground against his face. Fuck yeah! Moose sucked on her clit.

Joey cried out, yanking at his hair as he kept a rhythm. Her legs shook badly.

Moose braced himself and lifted her other leg as he held her against the door, ravaging her like the beast he'd been named for.

She screamed his name, fucking his face for all she was worth as she clamped down on his tongue, holding him like a python between her full thighs.

He swallowed down every bit he could, licking every inch of her. Insatiable, he couldn't get enough. The last time he'd had something so pure and clean, he'd been a boy. With her ass cupped in his hands, he moved back, supporting her weight as her legs lowered to the ground. "I want to fuck you now, baby, you ready?"

Her eyes snapped open. "I've been waiting for this moment for the past year."

His jaw dropped. She's wanted me that long?

"From the minute you walked out of the club I've been wondering how you'd feel between my legs. It's my main fantasy while I masturbate. I've cried Moose hundreds of times just as I orgasm, calling out your name when I bring myself to orgasm."

"Fuck, Jo-Jo."

"Yes! All night, any way you want it," she said.

"And what do you want?" he asked cautiously.

"To be used, exhausted and completely satisfied."

The honesty in her eyes shook him. "That I can give you, Jo-Jo." He ran his hand over her clavicle. "Go get on the bed on your hands and knees, and stick out that sweet ass."

She made her way to bed on wobbly legs as he tore off his clothes. Naked, he palmed his stiff cock, stroking his length as he approached the bed. She had an apple-shaped ass. He smacked it and she hissed, pushing toward him. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you, Jo-Jo?" He delivered four more strikes and smoothed his hand over her heated flesh, soothing the sting he'd created. She glanced over her shoulder, and he swore he'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

With her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders, framing her face she looked like a dark angel. Her delicate features, high cheekbones, full lips and button nose were exquisite in her passion. "Only for you," she said.

Unexpectedly, he noticed a tiny dimple in her left cheek. The minor detail pulled them into a bubble of intimacy he never intended to create. If he were a pilot, he'd be calling mayday. This woman made of living fire was dangerous...for so many reasons. "Time to get wet, so I can get inside you," he said. He climbed onto the bed behind her and rubbed his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy.

She sat up on her knees, wrapping an arm around his neck as she rubbed along his length.

Fresh liquid coated his cock, and he moaned. "Damn...baby."

"I want you to make you come so hard. Just like you did me," she said.

Her husky whispers made him groan. "C-condom," he managed. She had him slipping.

"I'm safe and on birth control. Please, I want to feel you come inside me."

With her sensual words, his heart thudded.

"Don't you want to?"

"Clean, I don't bareback," he said. Disappointment filled her eyes, and he knew he'd give anything to erase the look. "Tonight, I'll make an exception."

"Yes..." She released her grip on his neck and returned to all fours.

Her guttural cry snapped his control. "Brace yourself, baby. I'm coming into that pussy. I'm going to make it mine, tattoo my name on your walls, and fill you up with my come. That what you want?"

"Yes. Moose, please?" She wiggled her ass.

"So eager," he said. He reached between them and guided his head inside her tightness. "So tight and hot."

"More," she said, her voice sounded hoarse and full of need.

"Easy baby, I don't want to hurt you." He pulled out and pushed back in.

"I can take it, please, please?" She scraped his neck with her nails.

The sting vibrated through him and his control snapped. He plunged deep, and she screamed. "Is this what you want? Like this?" He gripped her hair tight, riding her hard as he pounded inside her, going as deep as possible.

"Yes, like this, like this!"

He clenched his teeth as his balls drew up, determined to make her come once more. Her slick walls were a heavenly palace, welcoming him as they shaped and stretched to fit him. His eyes rolled back in his head, as he released her silken locks to reach around and rub her clit. She tightened around him, shaking. He let go, spraying her insides with sticky, thick fluid. A throwback to caveman days hit. Satisfaction and pride swelled in his chest.

Thoughts of one and done went right out the window.

Chapter Two.

It was a mess. A crazy, passionate, beautiful mess and Joey loved every moment of it. She studied her face in the mirror Moose had brought into his room for her and ran a brush through her damp hair. That night after the party had opened Pandora's box. They couldn't keep their greedy hands off each another.

A pang of guilt struck her. A month later, she still hadn't told her friends. At first, the secrecy made the sex even hotter, and then she hadn't wanted to hear the lectures. Moose wasn't like Shooter. He didn't want commitment. Their lives remained mostly separate, except for the time spent together after the sun went down. And how doesn't that make you a whore? Her stomach curdled. Did my mother think the same thing? That it was just a bit of harmless fun?

Heat flooded into her cheeks as shame hit. What the fuck am I doing? Panic began to pound on the walls she'd built up with lies. The intensity hadn't faded. She wasn't getting him out of her system. If anything, she'd already encoded him in her hardwiring. Her heart thudded against her ribs and she stood, dazed. If they hadn't agreed to meet Shooter and Juliette here, she'd bail. She covered her face with her palms and sucked deep breaths in through her mouth, willing herself to calm as she exhaled through her nose.

The bathroom door opened and Moose frowned. "You doing that yoga thing now?" he asked.

She latched on to the flimsy excuse and nodded. "Yep, just trying to get ready to play it cool when we meet Jul and Shooter. Are you sure she doesn't know?"

"Hey, what goes on in the club stays here. No one's going to rat me out. I don't see why you care. Is this slumming for you?"

"What? No." She shook her head. "I just don't want them to try to turn this into something it's not."

He laughed. "What? You think they'll be ready to start planning wedding number two?" He dropped his towel and walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers and pulling them up to cover his well-sculpted ass. "It's not like you to be so sensitive and touchy. Are you about to get your period?"

His avoidance of the parameters of their non-relationship made her angry. She balled her hands into fists and took another deep breath. "And if I am? Should I head back to my place tonight?"

"Don't be a bitch, Jo-Jo. You know I don't give a shit about that, more lubrication for me and sensitivity for you." He glanced up and flashed her a wicked grin.

Her face flamed, and she peered down at the floor. This man had her doing all sorts of things she'd never imagined.

"So fucking cute that you still blush." He pulled on a long-sleeved black t-shirt.

Joey scowled. "I'm black. I can't blush."

"Your face might not show it, but you sure as shit blush. I've learned your looks over the weeks."

Flutters filled her stomach.

"Are you going to finish getting dressed? I think they'll figure out something's off if they get here and you're still in your panties and underwear."

She grabbed a pillow off the bed and chucked it at his head.

"What the fuck, Joey?"

"You're being a dick," she said. She spun on her heel and moved to grab the clothes she'd laid out on the bed.

Moose lifted her up into his arms.

She squealed. "Put me down!"

"Not until you tell me what's going on with you," he said.

"Nothing..."

"Bullshit. You're all over my shit, disrespecting me and throwing shit. That's not you."

"Maybe I am about to start my rag," she said lamely. She peered up, bending her neck.

He glared down at her. "Don't do that."

"Do what, Moose?" she asked.

"Lie to my fucking face and play it off like I'm paranoid. Being aware of people and my surroundings keeps me and my brothers alive. I can smell a lie a fucking mile away, so be careful what you say to me."

She gulped. Her mouth went dry and her nipples hardened. This dark side of him got her off. It was a sickness passed from mother to daughter, apparently. "You're right. I got pissy, and it's not your fault," she said.

"Glad we could agree on that. About what?" he asked.

"Us."

He furrowed his brow and fixed her with the ridiculously blue lasers he had for eyes. His thick eyebrows came together. "Care to clarify?"

She shook her head, not wanting to topple the tentative balance they'd found. "Not really."

"Tough shit." His warm breath stirred the tendrils of hair around her face.

Joey shook her head. "Can't we just leave it alone?" she asked.

"Why? So it can fester?" He frowned. "No, we hash this shit out."

"What are we doing, Moose?"

"Getting dressed and meeting with Jul and Shooter to talk about wedding shit," he said, not following her thoughts.

"No, us, what are we?" she said.

"What? You want to be my old lady?" His eyes narrowed.

"No, I'm not saying that." She closed her eyes and sighed. "We just don't have any parameters."

"You're with me 24/7, Joey. You worried about me fucking around? 'Cause, it's not happening. Or are you getting bored? Want to find someone else to fill your days and nights?"

"No." Her voice shook. "Do you?"

"How can you ask me that? Not ten minutes ago, I was buried inside your pussy while you screamed my name. I'm coming in you like that shit is crack, and I'm an addict. That ain't the norm for me, and you know it. I don't want any other bitches, Jo-Jo. You're more than enough for me. You feel me?" He squeezed her tight with a powerful arm and gripped her chin with his other. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes, feeling exposed.

"You believe me?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.