Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
The fuck? Where had that thought come from? It was just plain stupid. He’d never once gone without a rubber.
Jo moaned and her arms shook. She was getting tired. That was something he could help with. In a move that had her crying out, he flipped them, staying lodged as deep as he possibly could.
When she landed on her back, he didn’t give her a second to think. He grabbed her thighs, flung them over his shoulders and fucked like he’d die if she didn’t come in the next minute.
Jo clawed at his back, whimpering with every deep thrust. He leaned in until her knees were practically at her ears—thank God she was flexible—and finally sucked one of those nipples into his mouth.
Jo mewled and arched, filling his mouth with her tit. He sucked hard as he hammered into her. His balls slapped her ass with every thrust. Fuck, he loved that sensation.
Jo grabbed his hair and yanked hard, pulling him off her tit. She shouted, “I’m coming,” then crashed her mouth to his.
Her pussy squeezed his dick in the most incredible grip he had no defense against. He came harder than he had in years, unloading into the condom and again wondering what it’d be like to fill her without a barrier.
They kissed for a long time. First wild and demanding as their bodies rode the waves of ecstasy. But as they returned to earth together, their mouths stayed joined and the kisses slowed to something exploratory and lazy. Once his brain became functional again, he tried to think of a time he’d kissed a woman through her orgasm and beyond but couldn’t come up with a single instance. Something about it felt significant in a way he refused to think about.
Jo was a means to an end and that was all. He could enjoy fucking the woman all he wanted, but in the end, she was there to help his club. End of story.
Even after that sobering thought, he kept kissing her until she was the one to break it off.
She huffed out a little laugh and melted into the pillows. “Now, that was exactly what I needed.”
Chuckling, Tracker rolled over her. They both let out little noises of regret as his softened cock slipped out of her.
“Trash can next to the bed,” she said, eyes closed.
“Thanks.” He pulled off the condom, knotted it, and dropped it in the trash can. Any other clean-up could wait until he regained his strength.
Instead of giving in to the intoxicating pull of sleep, he studied the serene look on Jo’s face. Felt good to be able to give her something she needed, but there were things he needed too. That monster orgasm had been one, and info was the other.
“So your day sucked, huh?”
“I thought I said no small talk,” she muttered as she cast him a sideways glance.
He laughed and ran a hand down his damp stomach. The way she tracked the movement wasn’t lost on him. “You did. Just wanted you to know I’m a full-service stud. Fucking and listening if you need to vent.” Or tell me any information you have about my club. Or clue me into what’s happening with Lobo’s meth trade.
She glanced at him, then stared at the ceiling for so long he wondered if she’d fallen asleep with her eyes open. But then she spoke, “Have you heard of the Hell’s Handlers Motorcycle Club?”
His asshole clenched. Oh fuck. Was she onto him? Was this part of some sting operation to entrap him? She didn’t seem the type to fuck someone for that reason, but then, he was doing it to her, so far be it for him to judge.
Might as well play it cool until she revealed her cards.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Done some ink for a few of them.” That was the truth at least.
Nodding, she rolled to face him. He wanted to run his hands all over her naked body but couldn’t bring himself to move.
“We’re having a problem with meth in our jurisdiction. Sales are through the roof as are overdoses. Something’s going on. The MC doesn’t seem to be involved. In fact, they seem to be some kind of enemy of the drug dealers.”
“Okay? Isn’t that a good thing? One less group of baddies to worry about.”
She laughed, but it wasn’t full of humor. “It just seems that everyone in the department, my partner included, has such a hatred for the MC, they can’t think about them in an objective or rational way. It’s like they care more about the club than the actual drug dealers. I’m worried it might…” She shook her head. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring the mood down. Forget about it.”
But it was too late. She’d opened the door, and he had to walk through. Maybe not tonight, but this crack in her armor let him know he could get her to open up. And if he had to fuck her over and over, well, then, he’d make that sacrifice.