Harm's Way: Riot MC Biloxi by Karen Renee (best e book reader .TXT) 📕

He came around to me and rested a hip on the island. His fingers tipped my chin up to look him in the eye. “What’s on your mind?”

Damn.

His brilliant green eyes, that sun-kissed stubble on his cheeks, and his hair framing his face. I couldn’t deny him anything.

“I wondered why you were so late at the clubhouse after what you said to me at the casino.”

He sighed and I figured I’d stepped in it. Again.

Suddenly, he hoisted me onto the island, and forced my legs apart so he could wedge himself there. His arms slid around me and he pulled our torsos flush. “Don’t know why I’m about to tell you this shit, because anyone else, I’d say it was club business and that would be that. But, when I left the casino two of my officers were in the garage coming to find me and Brute. They were there to let us know a couple brothers were attacked by a gang.”

My head reared back. “Really?”

His head tilted, but it wasn’t a nod. “So they said, but something about it didn’t ring true to me, and some of it bothered Cynic, so I decided to confront the attackers.”

I gasped. “You did what?”

He blew out a laugh. “Worried about me, huh?”

I shoved at his shoulder playfully. “So, what’d they say?”

“Nothing good. We went back to the clubhouse, had an emergency session of church, and—”

“And that’s what held you up?”

“The cops didn’t help much,” he said off-handedly.

“What?” I tried not to yell.

He laughed. “No big deal, babe. But it seems there’s some problems within my club and that shit is not cool. Which means I gotta put in more time to sort it out. And that’s why I’m just gettin’ home.”

I stroked his shoulders. “Sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?”

His eyes warmed. “There is.”

He chuckled to himself. His hands spread my legs. Those talented fingers of his traveled up to the hem of my panties and he tore them open.

My eyes widened. “Har! Are you serious? I could have just taken them off for you.”

His eyes held mine. “They were run-of-the-mill undies, babe. I’ll not only replace them, but upgrade them. Nothin’ run-of-the-mill about you, Miss Priss.”

My head turned a fraction. “How would you know that so soon?”

He shook his head. “There’s nothing soon about this. Knew you way back when. You been living here over a month. Might not have interacted much, but I know things about you.”

“Really?”

“Really. Like you not being run-of-the-mill.”

Out of nowhere, his other hand shot to my breast to pinch my nipple, and I hissed, but chuckled right after that. “Are you crazy?”

He leaned away, smiling. “Might be. You in my kitchen wearing my t-shirt with no bra on makes me want to do things to you.”

I arched a brow. “What kind of things?”

He pulled his shirt off me. His eyes heated as he looked at my breasts.

“Naughty things, baby.”

I licked my lips. “How naughty?”

Quick as a flash, he sat on the stool. He slung my legs over his shoulders and pulled me toward the edge of the island in front of him. His face lowered and he looked up at me as his tongue darted out.

My arms braced to hold myself up to the lash of his devilish tongue. One of his hands snaked its way up my torso to my breast where he gently rolled my nipple, forcing sensations to build faster than I wanted.

“Slow down, Michael.”

The skin crinkled around his eyes with his smile just before he sucked hard on my clit. My hands slid on the marble as my back arched and I drove my core into his face.

“Mmm.” He hummed into me and my arms gave out. I laid back on the island as my orgasm washed over me with a vengeance.

As I came down, I heard his belt hitting the floor.

The next thing I knew, he climbed onto the island beside me. “Scoot around ninety degrees, babe.”

As soon as I did that, his hips met mine and he sunk inside. It felt so good I nearly lost my mind, but luckily my mind stuck around long enough to for me to ask a question. “What about a condom?”

He guided my hand down to his cock and I felt the condom there. His lips went to my ear lobe. “You come as hard as you sleep, baby. Which is hard. I like it. And I’m gonna like it more, when I get you to do it again.”

Har

STEPHANIE’S HAZEL EYES shimmered. “Not sure you can do it again, honey.”

He thrust into her and tilted his hips to change the angle. “You challenging me?”

Her pussy clenched his cock tighter when she chuckled. “No... you were right. I come hard.”

“You’re lucky I’ve got good knees, baby. Because that’s a damn challenge if ever I heard one.”

Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips while her nails dragged down his back to his ass. A chill raced up his spine and he drove into her harder. One of her hands clutched his ass, but the other wrapped around his head to bring his lips to hers.

He liked this, almost too much. As he shoved that thought aside, his thumb found her clit and rubbed.

She tore her mouth away from his with a moan. “Yes!”

His balls tightened as her pussy quivered around his cock. His release felt so good he shouted on a final thrust. “Fuck!”

A glance at her with those gorgeous eyes pointed his way, he knew.

She could fit.

That clarity came so strong it startled him.

She smiled. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she kissed him. He let her tongue roam his mouth for a moment before he took over the kiss, and his cock stiffened, forcing him to cut it short.

“You good?” he asked.

Her teeth bit the side of her bottom lip. “Yeah. You?”

He jerked with a silent laugh. “Get rid of this condom, yeah. Definitely.”

As he eased out of her, she slid her hand down his neck