Monster - Gadziala Jessica (читаем книги онлайн бесплатно без регистрации TXT) 📗

Her head shook as her hand reached down for mine and, holy fuckin' shit, she slowly opened her mouth as an invitation.

I shifted upward, slipping her hand under mine and stroking my cock with her, hovering over her open mouth. Her eyes were on me watching and I felt the climax break through my body, making my legs weak enough for me to need to slam a hand against the headboard as I watched my come empty into her welcoming mouth, seeing her swallow greedily like she couldn't get enough of it.

I dropped our hands, sitting back at my heels, looking down at her.

My hand moved upward, wiping some of my come off her lip and her face lifted quickly, her lips closing around my finger and sucking it deep, getting every last drop.

Jesus fuck.

“When we get where we're going...” I started, my hand moving out to tuck her hair behind her ear, “the pill. I want to fill you with my come every chance I can get.”

Her eyes lit and a slow smile spread across her lips. “I guess I can manage that,” she shrugged, but reached to pull my body down on hers.

Twenty-three

Alex

Shooter didn't come back until it was almost light out. After that first sex session, starting slow and sweet and ending hard and rough, watching Breaker's eyes become so intense it was painful as he watched me swallow his orgasm. And then after the second sex session about an hour later, Breaker flipping me onto my stomach and pushing inside me, no pretense at foreplay because we had both practically been ready for another round two minutes after the first one ended.

It was his token hard and fast and bossy, his hand fisting in my hair, using it to arch me almost painfully backward so he could growl hot, filthy, nasty things into my ear until I came around him twice and he lifted up and came on the cheeks of my ass.

He was right.

Wherever we ended up, top priority was getting some birth control. We were beyond condoms. Once I felt him inside me raw, I never wanted to go back. I never wanted there to be anything in between us again. And I wanted to know what it felt like to have him come inside me. I never experienced that before. But as he was growling into my ear about wanting to watch his come drip out of me down my leg... well... yeah... I wanted that too.

Breaker moved off the bed to the bathroom, soaping up a washcloth and coming back to clean me off before he tugged on a pair of sweatpants and handed me one of his tees and a pair of pants.

“Pants?” I asked, brows drawing together.

“Doll, as much as I want to stare at those long legs all the time, no fuckin' way is Shoot gonna get that same privilege.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I slipped into my pants. “You know... if we end up somewhere warm and sunny... I'll be in a bathing suit all the time... everyone would be looking at my legs.”

Breaker got into bed beside me, hauling me to his side so my face was on his chest. “We're going somewhere cold and snowy,” he decided, but I could hear the humor in his voice. “With you in lots of layers. Long johns, jeans, snow pants...”

I laughed, shaking my head, as he pulled the blankets up over us.

There was a knock at the door before Shooter's voice called through it. “Everyone decent? Not that I would mind seeing all your flawless curves, Alex honey, but Break yeah... don't want to know you that well.”

“Come in,” I called, lifting my head off of Breaker's chest to see Shoot walk in, a coffee tray in one hand and a brown bag in the other.

“Coffee and bagels,” he offered, putting the items down on the nightstand between our beds as he kicked off his shoes, removed his belt, and walked over to the bags to rummage for some clothes.

He lifted his shirt and I got a full view of his body. And it wasn't like Breaker's endless ridges of chiseled muscle. But it was long and lean with a altogether way sexy strength evident underneath all of his colorful tattoos. And I mean... all. He was covered- waistband of his jeans to the eagle on his neck.

“Any word?” Breaker asked, snapping me out of my little inspection with a guilty jerk.

Shooter moved to the bathroom as he unbuttoned his pants, closing the door briefly, and coming out in a pair of black basketball shorts slung low on his hips. “All over the news. Seems they're focusing on some new player in town idea seeing as so many 'criminal operations' were hit. Lex's place that survived that last blast was taken out by a fire. No word on him. Hailstorm has minimal damage,” he said, reaching for a coffee as he sat at the side of his bed facing us, his eyes sliding over our intimate position with some curiosity, but mostly a strange sort of satisfaction. Like he was glad for it. “But that place is practically fireproof with all the shipping containers and shit.”

“The Henchmen?” Breaker asked.

Shoot shrugged. “That place was locked down tight too. No one was around. Reign, Cash, and Wolf were all off at some kind of dinner party Summer got a bug up her ass about.”

“Reign, Cash, Wolf, and Summer?” I asked, my brows raising. I knew of them from my research. Reign was the MC president. Cash was his brother and vice. Wolf was the road captain. And Summer was Reign's 'old lady' or whatever bikers called their women. It wasn't the names that I was questioning, it was the intimacy with which Shooter said them.

“Done some jobs with them in the past, darlin',” he said, shrugging. “Something like friends to me. Did some checking around to make sure they got out alright. They're good.”

“Any theories?”

Shooter shook his head. “I didn't talk to any of them direct. Just overheard one of their probates talking.”

“What about the Mallicks?” I found myself asking, thinking of Shane and his girlfriend Lea. I didn't know them know them, but I still hoped they were all alive and well.

“Bar was closed,” Shoot said, a strange edge to his voice.

“Chaz's is never closed,” Breaker said, sitting up slightly, me going with him.

Shooter nodded like he agreed. “I know. But it was.”

“You guys don't think the Mallicks did this, do you?” I asked, looking between them.

“Not their style,” Breaker answered.

“Then what's with the weird non-verbal conversation you two are having right now?” I asked, raising my brows at him.

“It just seems like,” Shooter started, grabbing my attention, “maybe they were tipped off about the explosions.”

“What? Why?”

“Because Janie is smart,” Breaker said, grabbing my attention. I sat up fully, moving off his chest so I could look at him.

“Explain,” I demanded.

“She had some kind of plan. Fuck if I know what it is because this shit she pulled? Not good. You don't fuck with four of the biggest players in town. That shit is suicidal. Especially fucking with the people who took you in and trained you,” he said, meaning the people at Hailstorm, the survivalist camp she lived at and worked in. “She's stupid as fuck for doing any of this. But she's smart for making sure there were no casualties anywhere but at Lex's.”

“But why blow up the other places at all?”

“To create chaos. Maybe give herself a chance to get away,” Shooter said, drawing my attention. “Like Break said, Janie is smart. She has some sort of plan. I'm guessing the extra explosions were to throw everyone off. No one knows where to point the blame. Which gives her the chance to get away or clear her name. Who knows. We'll have to keep an eye from a distance.”