Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(46)

“Soaked,” he growls and then captures my lip, biting.

Gasping at the pain, I open my eyes and look into his eyes. I feel him touching my entrance. “Do it,” I breathe and arch my neck.

He kisses up my neck. He slowly lowers me onto him.

“Mmm,” I moan and tighten myself around his neck.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and his head hits my shoulder. He presses me harder against the wall.

I feel him slowly pull out and slide back in. “Harder.” I grab his ass, pressing him fully into me.

“You asked for it, angel.”

Then he fucks me into the wall, completely letting himself go.

What do I do?

Hang on for the ride.

The pleasure is through the roof, and there are no words to describe it. All I can do is fucking hang on—literally.





“Angel, what do you want to be in life?”

Shifting my head on his chest, I trail my hands up and down his sides. “Hmm, I always wanted to be a mother. I wanted to be that mom that baked cookies every day. I just never thought of anything else. I know it’s not a doctor or really anything important, but it’s what I want to do.”

Jordan sits up and pushes me down on the bed until I’m on my back. “Angel.” His thumb runs over my bottom lip, his eyes meeting mine. “Being a mother is the most important job in the whole world.” He smiles. “It’s a good thing though, because I plan on you being barefoot and pregnant for the next couple of years.”

I laugh out loud and kiss him. “That doesn’t sound like too bad of an idea.”

“You are correct.” He smacks my ass and I laugh again.

I love seeing this side of him. I love every side of him, including the parts that are alpha crazy.




“Angel, try this on.”

When I look up from the rack of pajamas at Victoria’s Secret, Jordan is holding an itty-bitty thing that will barely cover anything.

“Jordan,” I start, but he sets the panties on my arm.

“Wear these for me so I can tear them off you later.”

Blushing, I look at the panties then nod. I would like that very much.

“Well, I have never!” a woman says very loudly.

Turning around, I see a woman in her upper thirties looking at me—well, looking down at me is more like it. Which immediately pisses me off. Way the hell off. I don’t get why someone has to act better than someone else. Don’t like what we are saying? Leave.

“Something wrong?” I hand my stuff to Jordan then cross my arms across my chest. I glare at this woman, letting her know I am not in the fucking mood.

“Yes. It was absolutely disgusting talking like that in a”—she stops and looks around the room—“public place. You guys are disgusting. Biker trash.”

I burst out laughing. Is she serious? “Darlin’, get the fuck over yourself. You’re just fucking jealous that you have a stick so far up your ass a man can’t even get up there.”

Jordan touches my back, and I feel him shaking. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I see Jordan shaking with laughter.

“Well, you have a nasty vagina.” She moves her head side to side.

I burst out laughing again. She wants to play this game? Let’s do it.

Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I say, “Honey, at least mine isn’t a never-ending tunnel. Yours is like throwing a hot dog down a hallway.”

“Fuck, angel.” Jordan bursts out laughing.

She glares at me. “Well! You bitch!” she screams and runs away.

After turning around, I lean against Jordan, laughing my ass off. That was the best moment of my life.

“I fucking love you,” he says through his laughter.

I wipe under my eyes and look around the room. I see the bitch coming back with a puny-looking man by her side. He has a pissed-off expression on his face. Uh oh.

“You’re the bitch that said my wife was a whore?”

Well, shit has hit the fan.

Jordan walks out in front of me, into the man’s face, right in the middle of Victoria’s Secret. His hand wraps around his throat. “Watch your motherfucking mouth before I make you eat your words.”

The man pales and grabs his wife. Jordan lets his throat go. The puny man turns around and pulls his wife with him, running.

“Well, that was interesting.”

“You just fucking won my heart, angel.” He chuckles and kisses my forehead. “Hot dog,” he mutters against my head.

I smack him on the chest. It sounded epic at the time.

“Angel, we need to stop and get you a pregnancy test.”

What did he just say? When was the last time I had my period?

Holy shit. It was two weeks before we had sex for the first time. Why didn’t I think of this? Especially with as many times as Jordan has said he wants to have kids with me.