Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition by Elizabeth Knox (top 5 ebook reader txt) 📕

“Okay, Wyatt. Okay.”

I press the head of my cock at her entrance, I thrust in and she moans loudly in pleasure.

I’m sure it feels good but surely after only the very tip it doesn’t feel that fucking good. I roll my eyes and try to focus on anything besides the phony screams coming out of her mouth.

When I’m completely inside her the screams change from high-pitched porn squeals to deep guttural sounds that let me know that I’m stretching her as far as she can take. Exactly what I want to hear.

“Oh my god, you’re huge.” She moans and lets her body go limp as she takes all of me.

“Hold on tight, darling,” I grunt out as I get a good grip on her hips.

She puts her hands on my wrists but doesn’t say a word.

“You need me to stop?” I grunt out to her.

“No, god, Wyatt, don’t stop,” she whispers.

Thank fuck. I would never force a woman to do anything that they didn’t want to do but at the same time I was so far gone by this point I can’t guarantee that I would be nice when I throw her the fuck out.

I pump into her and her walls pulse hard against my cock. “Oh fuck, yes. This shit feels so good!” she cries out.

“Damn, I need to get deeper.” I lean over her body and try to chase my own release but every time I do I fall back down the mountain completely unsatisfied.

Forty-five minutes later and she’s come three times already, me on the other hand haven’t been close. I get almost there and then just fall straight back down.

I let her come one more time and then I pull out of her. I was tired already from going full force for the last forty-five minutes.

“Hey.” She leans up as I try to get out of the bed. “You’re not finished, come back.”

“I’m good for tonight, Charmaline.”

“No, come back,” she says and tries to pull me back.

I pull away.

“I said I’m good.” There is a bit more bass in my tone.

“Ugh, what the hell is the problem. Just come finish fucking me. I know you want my pussy.” She tries to grab me again.

I snatched my arm away again. “Charmaline, I know you fucking mean well but I’ve had enough. Now grab your shit and leave.” I stare her down and wait for her to get the damn picture.

Yeah, she felt good but not good enough. I was tired of basically just giving myself the worst case of blue balls that I’ve ever had.

“Whatever, your loss.” She angrily put her clothes on and walked out of the community room. I stripped the covers off and tossed them out of the room into the bag we used for laundry before I flopped back down on the mattress. She would be pissed for a few days but she would be back. I was sure of it.

I roll over to my side and stare at the ceiling. What the fuck was wrong with my cock. Why couldn’t I finish? I knew it was because I had too much shit on my mind but this was fucking extreme. I stretched out and hissed in pain as my cock bobbed uselessly against my stomach.

I had to find a way to lose this fucking stress or I may never fucking nut again.

3

“Djinn, come see me,” Lynch, the assistant deputy director and my boss, calls outside of his office.”

I close up my computer making sure to lock it down properly so no one is able to use it and I make my way over to him. I’m sure there is another case that needs to be cleaned up. I may be an FBI agent but I spend all my time in the office, basically a desk jockey. I’m fine with that as it let’s me work my mind but for the past few months he has pretty much been sticking me on the most boring of assignments.

I have a knack for finding the small details that most people overlook, plus riding a desk is much safer than what a few of my patch brothers were doing. Both Preston and Bishop are still active field agents. I worry about them constantly.

“Yeah, boss?” I stick my head into Lynch’s office, I hope whatever he is about to ask me is quick.

“I need you to go through this file and make sure there are no discrepancies.” He tosses a thick brown folder in my direction but doesn’t bother to stop what he is doing. “This is a priority.”

“You got it.” I pick it up and go back to my desk.

The minute I open it, my curiosity is piqued. I’m used to seeing scenery from all over the world. I wasn’t expecting to find photos of terrain right behind my own town. Whatever this case was about was close to home. Something had happened and we missed it.

I took my time going through all the files and what I found out made my fucking stomach turn.

I didn’t find any discrepancies but the case wasn’t closed. They simply deemed it a cold case. A woman in her mid 30’s with an umbilical cord still attached to her was found at the base of one of the side mountains in White Mountain National Forest. No baby was found and no one was looking for her. There was no other DNA besides her own. The temporary response from the bureau was that it was a suicide. The only reason we were still looking into it is because she is the fourth woman in the past few years to be found like this around this huge national forest. It seems like a pattern. My boss doesn’t think so.

It’s well past closing time but I’m still trying to find more information. I could have known one of these women.

“Boss, I want to talk to you about this case. I