The men might tease Rogue and call him pretty behind his back, but no one is going to say that to his face. As the vice president of the Cursed Ravens—and with an unpredictable and unruly temper—respect is given to him at any cost.
But Rogue reins himself in when he visits his mother in a local nursing home. Overwhelmed with guilt that he can’t take care of her himself, he can barely handle watching her fade away with dementia. And he knows the staff is exceptional—especially the sweet and beautiful caregiver who pays extra attention to his mom.
It isn’t easy working at a nursing home, but Zoe enjoys spending time with her favorite patient Anne. She knows Anne has a son who dutifully visits her, but when Zoe sees the tall, muscled, handsome stranger, she can tell he’s trouble—beautiful trouble. She knows he’s a Cursed Raven and she knows better than to admit she’s attracted to him. There’s no way she’ll date an MC member. Been there done that. But as Zoe and Rogue start to get closer, they realize one way or another, they’ll have to fight to stay in each other’s lives.
I love how he kisses, and when he rolls me under him, my hands are in his hair, down his back, squeezing his ass, while he kisses my neck some more, then wanders down my body, kissing the top of my breasts and my nipples through the thin lace of my bra.
Pulling down the straps and taking his own cool time, he eases down the cups and licks my nipples, sucking them in and out of his mouth before trailing lower, down my stomach, over my navel, and to the top of my panties.
He glances up at me then—to make sure I’m watching? I don’t know, but there’s no way I’m going to look away. He pulls my panties down as he kisses my hips and then my inner thighs. “So beautiful,” he breathes before his mouth is on my pussy, licking gently.
“Fuck.” I forgot just how good this is. My thighs start to tremble, it’s been so long, and I’m so wet for him already, all my senses are heightened. The tip of his tongue brushes my clit, and my back arches of its own accord. And then he’s licking my clit, and the next thing I know, it’s all over, and I come muttering his name, over and over, whispered like a prayer.
I’ve made myself come many times, but nothing compares to this, and I can’t believe I’ve gone so long without. Then again, Rogue is worth the wait.
I try to sit up and reach for him, because it’s my turn next, but he removes his pants and pushes me back down on the bed and presses his thick, hard cock against me. “I want to taste you,” I say, but it comes out all breathless.
“Next time,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
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