Claim (Fury Brothers #5)

“I’m definitely going to hell.” He spun, holding me with ease as he fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out a key and opened the motel room door.

I smiled. “I think it might be worth it.”

Storm-cloud eyes met mine. “I think so, too.” He carried me inside the darkened room.

It wasn’t fancy. It was like a million other motel rooms across America—double bed with a colorful cover, TV, a circular, wooden table with two chairs.

He hitched me higher, and his mouth found my neck. His delicious beard scraped over my skin, and I gasped.

He set me down on my feet and backed up. He sat on the edge of the bed, then reached over and turned on the lamp. It bathed the room in a warm glow.

His wet shirt stuck to him, outlining the heavy ridges of his chest and stomach. My gaze dropped.

Oh. And the hard, intimidating bulge in his jeans.

He dangled his hands between his legs. “Take those wet clothes off, angel.”

There was hot desire in his face, and need in his voice. My skin flushed hot.

I wanted to undress for him. I let my backpack slide off my shoulders. Then I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor. It hit with a wet slap.

In my life before, I’d had lots of cute sets of underwear. It had been the thing I liked to splurge on when I had the money. I was damn glad right now that I had on a sheer, black-lace bra.

He reached out and cupped my breast. My nipples were hard points. Beau growled.

I felt that sound between my legs.

I lowered my hands and unbuttoned my jeans, then pushed them off. I stood there in just my bra and black lace thong.

I was well aware that I was slightly above average height, and a little too thin for my frame. I’d added some muscle over the last year but lost some weight. I had no super lush curves. But the way Beau looked at me made me feel beautiful.

“Come here,” he growled.

4

BEAU

Damn, she was beautiful.

She had long, slim limbs, a flat belly, and high, firm breasts. There was toned muscle in her thighs and arms, something a man like me appreciated. Her sexy underwear just enhanced her athletic build.

She stepped closer and I caught the scent of her fruity-sweet perfume. She smelled like mangoes. I lifted a hand and ran it up her belly. I watched her suck in a breath. My hand traveled upward, and I cupped one of her breasts again.

She granted me a soft gasp and pushed into my touch. Her skin was so smooth. It reminded me that she was young.

Too fucking young for me.

But the gaze on mine—bold, and filled with honest need—was anything but young.

I couldn’t push her away. I wasn’t strong enough.

I pulled her closer, reached around her and unclipped her bra. The lace slid off and hit the carpet. I reached up and toyed with one pink nipple.

She moaned.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”