. . . Trust?
headed back to the Blood Legion MC in New Orleans, my old stomping grounds.
Guns. Thugs. Broads. Cocaine nightmares. A Mexican cartel, cracker coke
runners, and now there’s a new international threat in town.
Carmichael is my only partner in this op. Blaize. As a biker
babe. Jeeesus. I’ve had a bone for her from day one when she walked
into headquarters—haughty, superior, and always in charge.
a goddamn good chance we’ll get made, played, and put in the grave as
government-issue traitors. But I can’t help it—I love to get rough, raw, dirty,
and dominant with her.
more yes ma’am, no ma’am. Blaize is about
to find out I don’t always takes orders as issued.
can’t stand the way Storm calls me woman or cher or sexy. As
soon as we’re back in DC, I’m going to wipe that infuriating wicked smirk right
off his dangerously handsome face.
always prepared for every scenario. I’ve built my career on complete
professionalism in and out of the field. But when Storm comes at me with wild
animal lust—when he opens up to me—when he opens me up, I can’t say
don’t want to.
in danger every single day we stay in NOLA. There is no way we can make it out
alive. Not together. Not this time.
successful missions I’ve carried out for T-Z, and you goddamn know it.” I
pushed her back with my huge muscled body pressing against her.
you know it. And you do not want to play this game with me tonight.” I began
foreboding, tall, dark shadow of fully fit and ready-to-fuck man. “Lose the
clothes, Blaize, before I slice and dice them with my knife.”
curled beneath her chin, I lifted her mouth until it brushed against mine. “If
you don’t want to get fucked and fucked hard by me right now you better leave
this room and run tail back to DC.”
Clothes. Off. Now.”
me, her soft panting gusts of air. My eyes dipped lower when she skimmed the
shirt from her shoulders. Her bra—lacy and creamy white—almost overflowed with
her tits. I didn’t help her unclasp it but watched with hungry intensity when
she hit the hook and it popped free.
rasped against the hair on my chest.
cock, thick and hard, wet the bare skin of her belly with a skein of pre-come.
clamped like I’d been hit by a hammer blow. Those soft swinging tits colliding
against me made my head ratchet back. But I kept focus. Kept my gaze on her
when she stood up.
my chin. Taking her in. Filling my sights. Memorizing her.
already—below the narrow tangle of bronze-red curls.
asked, “Do I pass muster, sir?”
of wetness weep between her legs.
and she got into position in the middles of the bed.
was hugely hung, hugely hard, and really fucking angry. Blaize knew it, and she
was ready for me.
mating dance was nearly over.
I didn’t let myself get close to her yet.
needed to understand the new rules first.
almost trembled in my skin, walking around the bed, viewing her lush bod from
voice thickened from my throat and came out hoarse and husky as hell. “Fair
warning. You’ll be screaming tonight. Not because I took a strap to your ass
like everyone downstairs expects. But because I’m about to fuck you so good.
And when you have a hard time walking and sitting down tomorrow? Won’t be
because I punished you. But because I screwed you all night long, cher.” I prowled onto the bed behind her.
answer, Blaize drew herself up and cupped her tits. I straddled right behind
her. For a moment. Running my hands over her body. Touching between her legs
and pulling her back to me when her pelvis kicked forward. Sliding my palms up
over the indent of her waist and holding her hands down to her sides. Lifting
her breasts, massaging them, palming both mounds and thumbing across her
my hand at the back of her neck, I slowly laid her down. Laid her out.
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