Low Sided by A.J. Downey (best detective novels of all time txt) 📕

wall in the corner and I wasn’t good for more than a dozen strokes, burying myself deep and deeper still as I lost all semblance of control and came deep inside her; glad she’d gone down to the free clinic and had gotten herself on some hearty birth control so I could do this with her, because there wasn’t anything better than emptying my balls deep in that hungry little pussy.

“Oh God!” she gasped as I withdrew from her, damn near losing my shit at how oversensitive my dick was after such a mind-blowing orgasm.

“You good?” I asked, breathless.

“More than, lord and lady you feel so fucking good.” She turned around and put her arms around me and kissed me deeply. I stood, caressing her body through her tunic or whatever, and smiled against her mouth.

“Let me see if I can’t find our mattress under all this,” I murmured.

“I’ll go clean up,” she whispered.

“Sounds good.”

She pulled up her leggings and looked back over her shoulder, sultry and cool all at once as I tucked myself back into my pants. That last lingering look she gave me over her shoulder before stepping into one of the bathrooms up here had my cock rallying already.

There would never be getting enough of her. Never ever…

34

Raven…

It was just us upstairs, listening to the bass thump through the floor beneath our mattress. We were both curled up together in our clothes on the bare mattress on the floor as we were unable to locate any sheets or even pillows, Mace’s head propped on his rolled-up jacket, the leather of his cut slick beneath my fingertips as I rested my head on his shoulder, snug against his side.

“I can’t wait until the day we aren’t sleeping on the fucking floor anymore,” he confessed, and I laughed.

“Right? I think this weekend sleeping in a real bed spoiled me, too.”

He laughed and held me a little tighter.

“I can’t wait to see what you do with the apartment.”

I tilted my head up to look at him and he looked down at me.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s your apartment, too…” I murmured, and he smiled.

“Yeah, but I’m not really good at that girly decorating shit. I figured I would leave that up to you,” he said and I smiled and sighed.

“You get a say, too.”

“I’ll totally give my opinion if you ask it,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I laughed at that.

“I’ll just bet you will,” I said, and he chuckled, squeezing me tight and kissing the top of my head.

“Get some rest, baby.”

“It’s hard to,” I confessed. “I’m excited.”

“Not sure how much there’s going to be to look at,” he cautioned.

“Three days isn’t a lot of time, I know,” I agreed.

“Enough time to get the drywall up in most of the place,” he said.

“Paint?” she asked.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“In any case, it will be nice to have walls without any cracks or boards showing through,” I said.

“True that,” he agreed, and we settled in.

I must have been more tired than I thought because I was asleep before I knew it.

“Is that where you two got off to,” Maverick said the next morning as we came down the stairs. His voice held a note of disapproval. He wasn’t any worse for wear from the night before, in fact it looked like he and Marisol had gone home, slept well, had showered and returned.

“Yeah, sorry about that – sort of didn’t have any place else to go,” Mace said chagrinned.

“Just don’t be making a habit of it, k?”

“No sir,” Mace said, and cast a wink at me – it was quickly becoming the universal sign of ‘tell you later’ between us.

I know he was telling me things that he shouldn’t, but he had been absolutely serious when he’d said no more secrets, nothing behind my back, and his secrets and by default, the club’s secrets were absolutely safe with me because I’d absolutely learned… fuck the police.

When we stepped outside with our coffee and he was sure we were away from any ears that could overhear he murmured, “Staying the night at the club is forbidden, you sleep here it gives any enterprising cops the creative leeway to get a warrant for the place based on it being a residence.”

“Ah,” I murmured and nodded.

“Hence the apartments,” he said.

“Gotcha.” I smiled at him. “Speaking of which…”

“You ready to go look?” he asked grinning.

“Maybe after you take me to breakfast,” I shot back. “I’m starving.”

He laughed and nodded. “Huckleberry Finn’s?” he asked.

“Absolutely,” I agreed.

“Let’s round up who’s here and find out who’s down.”

“Sounds good.”

We had a decent sized pack of us that ended up going up Ambaum Boulevard to Huck’s, it was a fantastic breakfast joint that mostly catered to families and the older crowd. We were a rag tag crew and completely out of place, but Huck’s was sort of a neutral place, the Switzerland of the area if you will, and thus we were welcomed as any other guest and seated as soon as a table large enough opened up.

Their food was both cheap, and good, and they served breakfast all day. I loved their spinach, chicken, and mushroom omelet.

I was talking and laughing with Little Bird, Mace at the other end of the table heads together with Glass Jaw over the apartment more than likely and I was struck by how much and how quickly this felt like home and family even more than living among the burners.

Mace caught my eye from the end of the long table comprising of several tables moved and pushed together and his smile in my direction was everything.

I smiled back and Little Bird sighed happily, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she asked as Dump Truck squeezed the top of her thigh beneath the table.

“Yeah, it does,” I agreed.

After breakfast, we went back to the apartments and I let out a shuddering breath outside the ground floor stairwell door.

“Nervous?” Dump Truck asked from nearby, leaning heavily on his cane.

I