Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC Book 4) by Nicola Jane (classic reads .TXT) 📕

“I’m a cop and you’re the bad guy. It’s my duty to take you in if I think you’re doing bad things,” she says with a wink.

“And you know damn well the mayor will have me out again within the hour.”

Alice being a cop was a huge problem to me. And she’s not just any cop—she’s worked her way right up into the CID unit, Criminal Investigation Department. I thought it’d cause me issues when she transferred to London recently, but so far, it’s been okay. Most of the club’s work that I cover is for the Mayor of London. He wants the streets clean and sometimes, like today, the wrong people get released into the community, and that’s when we’re called to solve the issue. I don’t lose sleep over it and neither does Alice.

I arrive back at the club after putting Molly to bed and reading her at least six stories. I step straight out onto the balcony and I’m disappointed when Gia isn’t out there. I hate to admit it, but I’m starting to like her. I miss her when she isn’t out here. Images of her and Blade flicker through my mind and I grit my teeth. I don’t like the thought of them together, which is news to me, and I find myself moving to her door. Her bedside light illuminates the room, but she isn’t there. I move closer and peer inside like some kind of creeper. Her bathroom door opens and she steps into the room, taking my breath away. She's completely naked, drying her wet hair on a towel.

I’m frozen to the spot. She’s gorgeous. Her perky tits are just the right size to fit in my hands and her dusky pink nipples are erect, begging for me to lick them. She’s got a piercing in her belly-button, a silver bar with a twinkling pink diamond. I drink in her toned body with my rock-hard cock straining through my jeans. I know the instant she spots me because she freezes, our eyes meet, and she snatches her robe from her bed, wrapping it around herself. She marches towards the door, ripping it open. “What the hell are you doing?” she demands. Fuck, she looks hotter when she’s mad, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavy. I step into her room and she automatically steps back. I slide the door closed behind me and hook my finger into the waist tie of her robe. I tug it gently and it falls open, exposing her perfect body to me once again.

“Blu—” she whispers.

“Shh,” I cut in before she can ruin this with her nervous chatter.

I keep at least a step away from her and run my forefinger along her collar bone. I trace it slowly across her chest and down along her breast. I keep my eyes fixed on her. I love the way her eyes light up when she’s turned on. When my finger reaches her nipple, she sucks in a breath. I’m so fucking hard, my cock threatens to rip through the denim of my jeans.

I lean closer, bending slightly but still keeping my eyes glued to hers as I flick my tongue over the pointy bud. I suck her pebbled nipple into my mouth and she grabs my shoulders, throwing her head back in pleasure. My hands move to her waist and I guide her backwards until her legs hit the bed. She lies back and I push the robe open further, staring down at her. She’s beautiful, and honestly, I’ve not felt like this in so long, there’s no way I can walk away, even though in the back of my mind somewhere, I know this is a bad idea.

I shrug out of my kutte, letting it drop to the floor. My t-shirt follows and she drinks me in. I crouch down and spread her legs apart. Her pussy is shaven, just the way I like it, and I begin a slow journey of kissing, licking, and nipping her tanned skin from her foot, along her leg, and across her inner thigh. She’s squirming impatiently and I see the glistening of her juices waiting for me. I smirk as I grip her hips to hold her still. I run my tongue the length of her pussy and she cries out. Her taste is everything I imagined and I bury my face between her legs, taking everything she has to offer.

She’s close to orgasm. Her body tenses and I want badly to taste her cum on my tongue, but my cock is twitching, wanting his turn. I take a condom from my wallet and make quick work of unfastening my jeans, pushing them just far enough down my ass to release my raging hard cock. There’s a chant going on somewhere in my head, ‘she’s mafia, she’s mafia’, but I squash it because right now, none of that matters. As I line myself up at her entrance and her eyes flicker open, I know this is exactly where I need to be.

Chapter Seven

GIA

My eyes widen in surprise the second Blu thrusts inside me. He doesn’t ease me in. He fucks me hard and fast, and as he slams into me over and over, all I can do is hold on for dear life. Everything about this man screams masculine. The way his broad chest tenses each time he drives his huge cock into me. His biceps, bulging, holding his weight either side of my head. Even the way he pants and groans in my ear is fuckin’ manly. He stares down at me with pure lust in his eyes, and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, he buries his face into my neck. I try not to think too much into it. It’s just a fuck, a fuck I have wanted since I first met him.

His movements become jerky and a