All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) Sherilee Gray (best memoirs of all time .TXT) 📖

the night there before heading back to the city. I had three weeks left before I moved back to Rocktown for good, and I’d decided to fly home for the weekend, hoping to assess the wiring and check out what she’d done so far. She hadn’t bothered to show. She’d just blown me off, and she was the only one with the new set of goddamn keys.

I would have stayed at a motel back in Rocktown, but there was a biker rally in the area this weekend and everything was full. And Bull’s friends from the local club were crashing at his and my sister’s place. I’d slept one night at The Mule, Bull’s bar, sleeping on the couch in my best friend’s office. Tonight, I wanted a bed and a good night’s sleep before I flew back to Portland in the morning, so I’d traveled forty-five minutes to the closest motel with a vacancy.

“Did I say something funny?” she said, green eyes sparkling dangerously.

I shook my head. “I might seem like a nice guy, but it doesn’t mean I’m not a weirdo. And sharp claws or not, I’m not sure someone’s vibe is the best way to assess your safety.”

“Are you going to attack me?”

“No.”

“Are you a weirdo?”

“Nope, but don’t take my word for it.”

She laughed, smoky and sexy—the same way she sang. My gut tightened and my dick got hard. Okay, harder.

“You have a sister, don’t you?” She took a sip of the new drink that’d just been put in front of her.

My lips twitched. “Maybe.”

“I’m sure she doesn’t think you’re a giant pain in the ass at all.”

I laughed and the full, rough sound took me by surprise. I hadn’t had a lot to laugh about lately. My gaze slid over the funny, beautiful, colorful woman beside me, and something in my lower belly gripped impossibly tight.

Yeah, she was definitely too young for me. She could do a hell of a lot better than some fucked-up, thirty-five-year-old divorcee with anger issues, but I could enjoy her company for a little while, right? Just someone to talk to for a few hours, if I was lucky. I held out my hand. “So what’s your name? I’m…”

“No names,” she blurted. “I’m not doing names tonight.”

“No?”

“Nope. Why do you think Mr. Karaoke called me ‘lady in red’? No, it wasn’t very original, but what can you do?”

Christ, what was it about her? She fascinated me. “So what should I call you?”

She rested her chin in her palm and peered up at me with those wide green eyes. “What would you like to call me?”

Chapter Two

Trixie

“That’s it, kitten, show me how you like it.”

His voice was nothing but a ragged growl, low and sexy and demanding. One big hand was on my bare ass, the other sliding up my back, into my hair to fist gently. Panting, I swung my hips, riding him hard. I couldn’t get enough of him or his dirty mouth.

We’d talked for a couple of hours, then he’d brought me to his motel room. I’m not sure how long we’d been at it, but this was round two and, although it seemed impossible, it was even better than the first time when he’d had me against the wall.

The bed squeaked, and I trembled as another orgasm built inside me. He was big, filling me in a way that was almost too much, hitting me deep inside with each wild stroke. It was…so good. God, perfect.

But right then, I wanted…needed more.

“You want it harder, don’t you, kitten?” he said, reading my mind.

“Yes…please.” Kitten. He’d been calling me that all night. For some reason, it was incredibly hot coming from him.

He flipped me, covering me with the solid weight of his body, and slammed back inside me. I groaned and spread wider, wanting more of him. His lips moved over mine, his tongue sliding deep, tasting, owning.

Okay, going to some motel room with a total stranger probably wasn’t the smartest thing I’d ever done. I didn’t know this man, not even his name, but for some reason he made me feel…safe. Which was ridiculous. How could that be? But there was something about him, something almost familiar. I didn’t know what it was, but I’d needed him.

This beautiful stranger was keeping me anchored tonight when I thought I might float away on a sea of pain.

I clung tighter to him, kissing him back with everything I had. I’d never see him again. I could ask for what I needed…ask for what I wanted without fear of ridicule or embarrassment. If he said no, this was still the best sex I’d ever had. “H-hold me down.” Please say yes. Don’t let me float away.

He slid deep and paused. The heat in his gaze turned blistering. “Hold you down?”

“Yes.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Yes, I’m sure.” It sounded like a plea, and perhaps it was. Perhaps I was begging, but right then I didn’t care.

His eyes glittered. “You like to be told what to do in bed as well, don’t you, kitten?”

“Y-yes,” I whispered, so turned on, so close to coming my inner muscles clamped down hard around him.

He hissed, his biceps flexing. “Stop.”

The word was deep and rough, a demand, and lord, that almost sent me over the edge. I panted through it, forcing myself to relax.

“Hands over your head,” he ordered. “I’m going to give you what you want, because that’s all I’ve been able to think about.” He kissed me again. “I’ve wanted to pin you to a mattress and fuck you since you walked into that bar.”

I shivered. He’d done this before, taken control in bed, I’d bet my trailer on it.

“If it gets too much or you want me to stop, you tell me, okay?”

I nodded. Oh yes, he’d most definitely gotten kinky with someone before.

“I need to hear you say it.”

I licked my lips. “I’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much.”

I lifted my hands above my head, and he gripped my wrists together with