The door to the room was closed, so no one would interrupt them. No one would dare interrupt them if they saw her enter.
“Open for me,” he said.
She opened her lips, and Tiny took the full opportunity, pressing his lips to hers. One of his hands fell behind her head cupping her. His kiss became firmer, more determined to get what he wanted. Eva had never been kissed like this. Their time in Vegas would never prepare anyone for this kind of possession.
His tongue pressed to her lips, and she met him stroke for stroke. She could no longer keep her hands at her side. Running her fingers up his chest she circled the back of his neck, holding on. They moaned, smashing their lips together. The passion took over giving way to the never ending lust crashing through them. His c**k pressed to her stomach making his arousal known.
Her panties were soaked from the kiss he was giving her. There was nothing else for her to do other than give him everything. She felt his touch going under her dress pushing the fabric out of the way. Eva didn’t want to stop him. The heat threatened to burn her alive.
When he picked her up she squealed shocked by how easily he moved her. In one smooth movement he placed her on the edge of his desk. He was fast, and he pushed her dress up to her waist before settling her back down again. The hard wood desk was cold underneath her ass. She gasped but couldn’t think as in the next second his palm was pressed between her thighs.
“This doesn’t change anything,” she said, moaning.
“Shut the f**k up.” He cut off her reply with his lips.
Crying out, she flung her head back exposing her neck. Tiny bit down hard sucking on the flesh. She whimpered as an answering pulse went between her legs. He tore at her panties pulling them from her body.
“Later, tomorrow, in a f**king month, I don’t care. We’ll deal with it then.” His fingers slid between her slit. He touched her clit, circling the nub before going down to her core. “I’ve got to have you. I need to wipe that f**king memory from your mind.”
She knew what he meant. Their time together had been a disaster. Alcohol, anger, and lust didn’t make a good combination for either of them.
“Open your legs wider,” he said, ordering her around. With the dress around her waist she was free to do as he asked.
He sat down in his chair staring down at her exposed flesh. She was not into waxes or any fancy work down there. Eva trimmed her pubic hair.
“So f**king pretty,” he said, staring at her.
Tiny didn’t appear to be making a move. He sat in his chair staring at her.
Licking her lips she felt the heat pool within her. He must see the evidence of her arousal. She was struggling to contain her begging.
Within moments, he reached out stroking a finger up her thigh. He stood abruptly, and his hands were at the zipper behind her. Tiny took control removing the dress from her body followed by her bra. She couldn’t believe she was stood in his office at the club naked.
He left her side to lock the door keeping the rest of the world out of sight. On his walk back to her she saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans. She folded her arms across her stomach becoming aware of how many other women he’d brought to this very room to f**k.
Most of the women he’d taken had been slender and younger than she was. The women hanging around the club knew what the score was whereas she wasn’t one of them. She would never be a man’s casual screw.
“Don’t think about them,” he said. “There’s no one here but you and me, Eva.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back. The blinds were still open with the sunlight shining through.
When she opened her lips ready to dispute him, Tiny shocked her by pulling his shirt over his head. For a man approaching his fiftieth birthday he sure didn’t look like it. He wasn’t a spring chicken, but he’d aged well. The wrinkles at his eyes portrayed a wealth of knowledge to her. His muscles were thick from the hours he spent working out. She used to watch him work out amazed at his stamina. In many ways he reminded her of home. Before moving to Fort Wills she helped at the gym her father owned to train his fighters. She watched men work out on a daily basis. Eva knew Tiny would be shocked by how much she’d seen in her life. She had never been naive or innocent. Growing up around fighters took care of that. For the first few years of living here she had been able to feel innocent. The bikers were not as bad as the fighters she’d known. However, Tiny angered her so much she found it hard to keep that part hidden. With the alcohol flowing not long ago, she’d shown another part of herself, and from the way Tiny had been with her, he liked it.
Ink coated his skin. She saw the names of Lash, Nash, Tate, and Patricia. Eva didn’t feel jealous of the names. They were all part of him. From the first moment they met there had been chemistry between them. She didn’t trust chemistry as she’d felt it once before and been burnt by it.
The symbol of a skull was on his arm leading down to a snake. On another arm clouds and darkness coated his skin with his loved ones shining through. It was like their names were a light in the darkness. Every bit of ink told a tale, and she didn’t know every single story, only that each tattoo was part of him.
“I can’t change my past,” he said.
“I don’t expect you to.” She placed her palm on his chest feeling the heavy beat of his heart. When she could stand it no longer she moved her hand down to rest at the button of his jeans. “Just like you can’t change my past, Tiny. We all have them.”
“You’ve got a past?” he asked, smirking. “I find that hard to believe. You’re too innocent for it, baby.”
“You’d be surprised. You forget I grew up in Vegas with a fighter. I’ve got a past.” She flicked his button open before sliding his zipper down. “I’m not what you think I am.”
“And what do I think you are?”
Smiling, she went to her knees staring up at him from the floor. “You think I’m innocent. You think I need to be protected when the truth is, I don’t need anything, Tiny.” She pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He still wore boots stopping her progress. Eva didn’t care. She could do what she wanted with where his jeans stopped.
“You need to be protected.”
“No, I don’t.” She gripped his c**k in her fist and stroked the tip with her thumb. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me or refuse to know, Tiny.”
“You’re not made for this life.”