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Hostage (Predators MC 3)(101)

By:Jamie Begley


She shook her head, unable to answer.

He paced his thrusts, using the head of his dick to hit different spots along the walls of her slick channel. When he found the spot he wanted, he butted against it rhythmically until even his T-shirt couldn’t muffle her screams.

Jackal stiffened over her, unable to hold back the release he knew would send her over the edge with him.

“I guess we need to turn on the music next time,” Jackal muttered, dropping down beside her on the carpet.

“I’m not leaving this room until everyone is gone.” The only part of her body she could move was her head, and she only turned that so she could glare at him.

He slid his hand down to cup the prettiest ass he had ever seen. “Believe me, your screams are nothing to be embarrassed about. I can do what Stump does and turn on a porno. He said it gives him inspiration.” Jackal rolled his front toward the ceiling. “It’s a good way to slip a bitch in your bedroom that you don’t want the brothers to know you’re fucking.”

Jackal knew he had said the wrong thing when she raised up to sit on the floor. He laid his head on the curled up shirt.

“Like you do when you slip in Henry’s girls?” Her face turned serious, calling him out on the lies he had told her.

“Yes.”

“Are you—”

“I haven’t fucked any of them since Hennessy kidnapped you. I don’t plan to as long as you keep me happy.”

Air was pushed out of his lungs when she sprang up to sit on his waist.

“I don’t think that’s funny!”

Jackal raised a hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her down to his mouth. “Who can’t take a joke now?”

“I can’t stand the thought of you with another woman.”

He teased the corner of her mouth. “Me, neither. You’ve turned me against wanting other women.”

“Quit teasing me. It’s not funny anymore.”

Jackal tangled his fingers in her hair. “Babe, I’m deadly serious. Why would I want second place when I can have the best?”

“Aw, you may have dug yourself out of the dog house.”

Jackal gave her a hungry kiss, as if he hadn’t just fucked her. “You ready to get a shower?”

Penni pinned his shoulders down. “Keep going. You’re not finished digging.”



Jackal leaned through the rolled down window to kiss Penni’s pouting mouth.

“You sure you don’t want to take me out to breakfast?”

“I can’t,” he told her. “I’m meeting someone in thirty minutes.”

“Okay, we can do it tomorrow.”

Jackal watched her drive away before going to his bike where Max and Fade were waiting, already sitting on their bikes.

“Let’s get this show over with.” Max started his motor. “I have an hour.”

“Why are you working on a Saturday, anyway?” Jackal straddled his bike, starting his own motor.

“Brother, you know how many kids I have, and they all need new shoes.” He grinned, backing up.

Jackal turned around, maneuvering his bike to take the lead with Max and Fade riding behind. It was ten minutes to the house that sat on the corner of a street where the residents were afraid to go out after dark.

Fade cut his motor. “Son of a bitch has bars on his window.”

Jackal parked his bike next to theirs. “He’s expecting me. I don’t know how many of his friends are going to be in there. You cool going in?”

“Hell, brother, I woke up to give an ass whooping; the more, the merrier.” Max kept his voice low as they walked up the driveway.

Once Jackal knocked on the door, it took several minutes for it to open. A pimply punk answered.

“Jackal?”

“Reefer?”

The dumbass straightened his shoulders when Jackal addressed him. Then the wannabe stepped back, letting Max, Fade, and Jackal inside.

Jackal surveyed the living room, seeing a coffee table covered in dirty dishes, and the couch was so filthy Penni would recoil in horror.

A muscled dipshit stood up, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to give the impression he could deal with the trouble that threatened his friend.

Jackal pointed at the door to the side of the room. Max nodded, going to the doorway, but the dipshit tried to block his path.

“If you want to buy my shit,” Max said, “I’m going to make sure there aren’t some friends waiting to shake me down. If he doesn’t move, I’m out of here.”

“It’s cool. Move, Keg,” Reefer said.

Max walked into the other room. The men stayed silent as Max went through the other rooms before coming back to stand by the kitchen door.

“No one else is here besides them.”