Testing boundaries is how predators hunt.
Mason grinds his teeth loud enough we all hear it. “We need to hit the source.”
Jax smirks, cracking his knuckles. “About damn time we got something to swing at.”
Blade doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t make a sound. His gaze is locked on the door where those college idiots disappeared. Cold. Sharp. Calculating.
Then he turns his head and presses a quick kiss to my temple. It’s subtle, fast, like a whisper only for me. I lean closer to him without thinking. “This is going to get bad, isn’t it?”
Blade nods once, the tiniest of movements, voice so quiet only I catch it. “But you’re safe. With me, you’re safe.”
NINETEEN
BLADE
I getout of the truck wound tight, adrenaline still scraping the inside of my skull. Those college punks pushing their luck again was the last thing we needed tonight. Bri stayed close, but I could feel how shaken she was. I hated every second of her being anywhere near that shit. So yeah, when she suggested tacos and a movie night once we got home, I couldn’t tell her no. I want a night that doesn’t end with fists or threats.
It feels like every other day I’m dragged back into club business, tracking the bastards trying to poison Jackson. I volunteer for half of it because I need to finish this. I need to get the danger gone so I can keep her safe and actually breathe. She is the one thing I will always protect. I know exactly what happens when a woman is left unprotected. I’m not making that mistake again.
I head straight for the shower, figuring I’ll wash the night off before we get comfortable. But when I step out, steam still clinging to my skin, I freeze.
Bri is standing there completely naked like it’s the most casual thing ever. My brain short-circuits. Before I can even wrap atowel around myself, she drops to her knees right in front of me and wraps her hand around my cock like she owns it.
My breath punches out of me. “Baby girl, what are you doing?” I ask, voice already rougher than I mean it to be.
She doesn't answer. She just looks up at me through those thick lashes and sucks me between her soft, perfect lips. Fuck. That sight hits me like a freight train. Her mouth tight and hot around my cock. Her cheeks hollowing as she takes more of me down her throat. Her eyes locked on mine like she wants to devour every filthy thought in my head.
I fist my hands at my sides, fighting the urge to grab the back of her head and wreck that pretty mouth. Because she looks unreal like this. On her knees. Wet lips stretched around my cock. Giving me a front row seat to the dirtiest dream I’ve ever had. And I’m pretty sure I’m never recovering.
Her tits bounce with every movement, full and tempting, her nipples hard like they’re begging for attention. Fuck she’s sexy, the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. My brain is shorting out. Nothing exists except her naked perfection and the way she’s worshiping my cock.
I slide my fingers into her hair and guide her faster, watching her lips stretch around me as she takes everything I give. She hums again, sweet vibrations that make my eyes roll back. My breath stutters when I glance down and see her other hand between her thighs, fingers playing with her pretty pussy like she can’t help herself.
“Jesus,” I rasp. “You’re unreal.”
She moans around me, and it shoots straight through me like lightning. My grip tightens, my hips pushing deeper, chasing that fire she lit under my skin.
I’m close. Too close. The choices hit me all at once. Do I spill down her throat like a filthy reward. Do I cover those perfect tits in everything she pulls out of me? Or do I slide right into that amazing, dripping pussy and lose myself completely. I can barely think. I just know one thing for sure. I’m about to come like a goddamn sinner at church.
I pull her up with me, hands firm on her hips. She lets out this soft gasp, all surprised and needy, and it punches straight into my chest. I lift her like she weighs nothing and set her on the bathroom counter. Water drips off me and onto her skin, making her look even more sinful under the bright light.
Her thighs fall open for me without hesitation. Like she’s been waiting for this. For me. I step in close, grab her ass, and drag her right to the edge. Her pussy is right there. Slick. Ready. Ruining every last shred of patience I ever pretended to have.
“Look at you,” I groan, lining myself up. “Pretty girl acting like she needs my cock to breathe.”
“Please, Blade.” Her eyes flutter. Her nails dig into my shoulders. That’s it. I push in slow enough to feel every inch claim her, but hard enough she feels exactly how bad I want her. Her tight cunt squeezes me in a way that nearly finishes me on the spot. “Fuck,” I grit out. “You’re gripping me so good.”
She whimpers and rolls her hips, trying to take more, and I lose it. I drive in deep, burying myself inside her. Her body clenches around me like she’s addicted already. My hands hold hersteady as I start to thrust, each movement making the counter creak and her breath hitch.
I watch her face twist with pleasure, her tits bouncing with every snap of my hips, those perfect nipples begging for my mouth. Her legs wrap around me, locking me in place like she plans to keep me right here forever. And honestly, I don’t plan on going anywhere. Anywhere but inside her is the last place I want to be.
I kiss along her jaw and down her neck, tasting her skin as I thrust deeper. Her nails scrape down my back, and it sends a dark, hungry shiver right through me. She keeps pulling at me, like she wants me impossibly closer.
“You feel that?” I groan against her throat. “That’s me inside you. Right where I belong.”
She moans, a sound that makes my pulse jackhammer. Her hips roll up to meet every thrust like she’s chasing the same edge I am. I grip her tighter, fingers digging into her ass as I slam into her again. And again. Each time harder. Each time deeper. Her breath comes out in these sweet little cries that make me want to ruin her in the best possible way.
Her pussy clenches around me like she’s already close. “Fuck,” I rasp. “You gonna come for me, baby girl?”
