Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(56)

“You okay?”

I close my eyes. This girl is too fucking sweet. She’s been through absolute hell today, but despite that, she is worrying about me.

“Come love me, Jordan,” she asks me in that sweet voice of hers.





I can see what happened with me haunting him. I don’t want my man affected by this. It wasn’t his fault. It was nobody’s fault but the man who kidnapped me. I turn the shower off, grab his hand, and pull him out of the shower, not even caring that he is soaking wet. I just want to be connected to him. I want him, and I want us to forget.

At the foot of the bed, I turn around to face him. He grabs my face between his palms. He stares at my face and smiles slightly before it drops. His face turns to the side to hide his emotions.

That breaks my heart. I love this man more than anything. With his chin between my thumb and my forefinger, I pull his face in my direction so he is looking at me.

“I love you, Jordan. I’m here. Nothing happened. I’m fine. I’m yours.”

With that, he lifts me off the floor and into the middle of the bed. He settles between my legs, and I feel his fingers at my pussy, testing if I’m ready. He gently drops onto his forearms, his gaze connected to mine.

“I could have lost you, angel. I can’t live without you.” He drops his head to my shoulder and enters me with one thrust. He doesn’t do softly and slowly. He does hard and fast. A claiming.

I love every single second of it.

“You. Are. Mine.” He thrusts hard with every word.

“I am all yours,” I whisper and moan.

I feel his thumb on my clit, and I come from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I shudder and sink into the pillow, enjoying the ride.




Jordan wakes me with his head between my legs. I arch and push myself harder against him, my hand going to the back of his head. I shudder as goose bumps break out across my skin. Two fingers enter me and curl, hitting that spot. I stiffen, and he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I fall over the edge.

Jordan flips me over onto my belly and lifts my hips. I am still coming, and he presses inside. I cry out because I’m still sensitive. I grip the blankets by my head, fisting them between my hands.

He pounds into me, and I moan with every time. Curling my toes, I stiffen my legs.

A hand fists in my hair and my head is pulled back. Jordan stares down at me with a fierce expression. His left hand strokes the middle of my back, and then he smacks me.

I yell at the small amount of pain, but it adds to my pleasure. He slams his hand down again and I come again. I fall onto the mattress, my arms not able to hold me up anymore.

Once Jordan finishes, he falls beside me on the bed and wraps himself around me. “Good morning, angel.” He kisses the back of my neck.

I laugh. “Yeah. Very good morning.” I kiss him on the lips. I move closer and lay my head on his chest. I drag my nails up and down his side.

We are silent, just enjoying each other’s company. Last night was a rough night, but it ended well because I had my Jordan.

“Let’s get married next week.”

I raise my head and stare at Jordan in disbelief. He smiles that cocky smile.

“Yes, I will hire you a wedding planner. Tell her what you want, and we will get married next week.”

I blink at him in shock. I never expected him to say that, but I want to be married to this man.

A smile forms on my face, and I nod frantically, “Yes, let’s get married!” I yell and hug him.

He laughs and flips me over. He makes me come twice more until I am more than satisfied.

Life is fucking amazing.





One week later

The night before my wedding





“No strippers!” I command Jean, who is over in the corner, smiling way too smugly for my liking.

“What’s a bachelorette party without strippers?”

Fuck. My. Life. I hang my head and growl.

There is a knock on the door of the hotel, and Jean opens the door. A policeman walks in, his shirt unbuttoned.

She got a stripper. I glare at her, and she laughs. He comes straight for me, and I put my arms over my face.

This isn’t happening!

My chair is lifted off the floor and I scream. The stripper dude sets me in the middle of the floor. He starts thrusting his hips, and I flush in embarrassment.

“I am going to kill you!” I hiss at the girls when the stripper takes a few steps away from me.

He only has on a small speedo that is way too tight. I can see his dick imprint in the front. Putting my hand over my mouth, I try to hold the vomit at bay. He steps back in front of me and grabs the back of my head like he is pretending to thrust into my mouth.

Yeah, I am not dealing with this.

The door bursts open and I jump. The man steps away from me to face the door. Butch, Jordan, Kyle, Jack, Vinny, and Trey walk inside. They are smiling, but the second they see the man in the stripper outfit, they get pissed.