Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(50)

“Yeah, babe.”

“The Laurel River connects through there…”

“We know. We have the sheriff’s office working on that. It’s hard to drag a river.”

“You think he’s dead?” she whispers as though the words hurt her to speak them.

“I don’t think nothing but death would keep Sabre away from his Annie like this. So, yeah.” I hate to say it aloud, but it’s true.

“They’re that much in love?”

I nod. “They’re something.”

“What does that mean? You don’t think they’re in love?”

“She’s Sabre’s world.” I shrug, not sure how to answer that.

Her hair falls over her shoulder and she has this goofy grin on her face. “So, they’re in love.” I shrug again, uncomfortable with the L word.

“Can we just agree that you won’t be out while I’m gone and make me worry?”

“It depends.” Her goofy grin disappears, replaced with a smirk.

“Depends on what?”

“On if I’m too tired to move tomorrow,” she answers quietly, her face betraying her embarrassment at being forward. I may have taken her virginity, but my Bree is still innocent.

“Is that so?” I grin, leaning down to take her in my arms. “I always did like a challenge.”

“I was hoping,” she says, her lips against mine, so that I swallow down anything else I’d want to say.





Chapter Thirty-Eight





Jax





“Jax! What are you doing? I’m trying to make breakfast here!” Bree squeals when I come up behind her, clenching my fingers into her sides, pulling her ass back against my hard cock. I’ve got my jeans pulled up on my hips, zipped but the button undone. I know I have to be making Bree so sore she can barely walk, but I can’t make myself slow down. I want her over and over. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her.

“It’s your fault, woman. Pushing that ass out there, teasing me.”

“Teasing you?” she laughs, and I swear to God every time she laughs that feeling in my chest comes back with a vengeance. I want her always laughing and happy.

“That’s what I said woman. Now brace your hands on the counter top. This won’t take long,” I tell her shamelessly. Maybe someday I’ll get enough of her that I can make it last longer and spend hours bringing her to peak after peak. That time is not now. Now, I lose my head over her too easy. I get lost in her body.

“Are you serious?” she gasps as I push my shirt she’s wearing up, my hand stroking against her bare ass cheek.

“Fucking you is not something I will ever joke about, Bree,” I groan, my fingers wandering until they find her pussy and are instantly met with her desire. She’s always so fucking ready for me. Is there any wonder I can’t hold myself back?

“But, we just had sex. Aren’t men supposed to need recovery time or something?” she asks, her legs sliding out and making room for me, as she braces herself on the counter.

“Do you want me, Bree?” I ask unnecessarily. Her body is literally crying for me, and I can feel the way her body is trembling.

“Always…it’s just…”

“What is it baby?”

“I’m a little sore,” she whispers as if she’s telling me a horrible secret. Regret hits me. I should stop. She’s new to this. I can fix her a bath later though and let her soak. What I can’t do is stop, and even saying it, I know that makes me a bigger bastard than I already knew I was.

“We’ll take it slow and easy this time baby, I promise,” I tell her, and I vow I will, even if it will kill me.

I pull my dick out, holding the base of my shaft tight in my hand. I push the head of it against her ass, and watch as I paint a clear stream of pre-cum against her ass cheek. Just seeing it on her soft white skin makes my balls tighten with the need to sink so fucking deep inside of her she can taste me. My cock slides against the lips of her pussy, pushing in. It coats the side of my dick in her slick juices. Her body quakes and even hurting she cries out my name, begging for more. I slide back through and prepare to enter her…

Just as Keys yells out my name and knocks on the fucking door. I’m going to kill him.

“Your friend has very bad timing,” Bree whispers, her head going down to rest on the counter.

“Fuck,” I growl, wanting to punch his face, “I know. Go put on some pants and underwear and cover yourself up,” I sigh, wincing as I push my cock back in my pants.

She tilts her body to the side so she can still lie half curled into the counter, her head on it as she looks at me.