Hostage (Predators MC 3)(99)

Penni shut her eyes, afraid Jackal would see the emotions rolling through her body.

“Open your eyes.” Relentless, he moved harder and faster inside of her. He then tugged her hair until she opened her eyes. “Watch.”

Penni gripped his shoulders, unconsciously digging her nails into his flesh. Trying to hold on to him was the only way out of pit that was consuming her.

She screamed and heard Jackal murmur something, but she couldn’t make out his words. Her climax was so close she could only writhe with each of his strokes.

“Penni …” He was calling her name, each syllable leaving a mark on her heart. “Penni!” he shouted, grinding his cock so high into her that she shattered into a million pieces.

She wasn’t aware she was crying until Jackal shifted to his side, brushing her tears away.

“Babe, did I hurt you?”

Penni shook her head. “You’re not going to give it back, are you?”

The ruthless man that Ice had made his enforcer knew what she meant. “No, I’m not giving it back. It’s mine.”





36





“Think I can make it?” Penni leaned over the pool table, lining up her shot. Her tight jeans had more than one of the Predators sauntering over to watch the game taking place.

Jackal leaned on his pool cue, appreciating the sight of her ass bent over the table.

“Take your time,” Stump said appreciatively, sitting on a bar stool that he had pulled over to watch.

Jackal gave him a warning glare as she made her shot.

Penni gave a loud whoop, casting him a gloating smile. “You owe me a beer.”

After setting his pool cue on the table, he put an arm around her shoulders before leading her to the bar.

The brothers were gathered, making it hard for them to find a spot.

“You’ve eaten enough of those brownies she made. Move.” Jackal let Penni have the last stool at the end of the bar. He reached for the platter, seeing Buzzard maneuvering it toward him.

“That wasn’t nice,” Penni reprimanded him for making Buzzard move, giving her sweet smile to the meanest brother in the club. “You should be more polite, like Buzzard. See? He saved the brownies so you can have one.”

“Buzzard? Polite? Shit, how do you think he got his nickname?”

Penni reached out and took one of the brownies, breaking it in half. She gave him the other half. “Why?”

“Because he would eat the beak or the feet of a chicken if he was drunk enough.”

Buzzard nodded proudly, as if he were honored.

Penni’s eyes narrowed on Buzzard in interest. “I’ve wondered how they taste. I’ve seen them prepared on cooking shows, but I’ve never been brave enough to eat them myself.”

“They taste like fucking chicken.”

Jackal shoved himself in the spot between the two.

Penni gave him a baleful look. “You have no sense of humor.” She reached past him to take another brownie, giving the whole thing to him this time.

“Are you trying to get me high?”

“Will it put you in a better mood?”

“Babe, if you want to put me in a better mood, let’s go to my room.” Jackal gazed at the cleavage exposed by her blouse.

Penni lowered her lashes. “You don’t want a rematch?”

Jackal popped the brownie in his mouth. “Rave, give me that bottle of rum.” Taking the bottle in his hand, he spun Penni off the stool, steering her through the throng of brothers and bitches hanging around.

“Why do you want to go to your room so early? It’s only ten.”

“I’m not spending my whole night off with the brothers when I can spend it fucking you.”

Penni took a step backward after he closed the door.

He didn’t bother with the lamp; he could see her well enough from the light left on in his bathroom.

She loosened the ties at her throat, showing the lacy peach bra that had teased him throughout the night.

“Haven’t you had enough of me yet?” she teased him, taking off her top and letting it slip through her fingers.

In the two months they had been together, Jackal had discovered Penni wasn’t shy. She enjoyed sex as much he did. She could play shy, but then she turned into a vixen without blinking an eye. She could flirt one day then be standoffish the next day, making him work to get her in bed. She had crumbled any preconceived beliefs he’d had about women. When Penni had made her mind up that she wanted him, there had been no half-measures; she had given herself fully and expected the same from him. But his favorite act was what she was doing now: baiting him, showing the sexy attitude that could bring him to his knees.

She took her time wiggling out of her jeans before bending over to show her breasts that were almost spilling out of her bra.