Page 41 of Rubble (Macha MC 3)


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“Where’ve you been?” Hawk asked, walking inside from his smoke break. He eyed the second cup of coffee. “Somebody have a little crème brûlée at the bakery?”

“Ooh, Jupiter, huh?” Cueball stepped in behind him, a similar teasing smile on his face. “Was she bonerrific?”

He tried to flip them the bird but couldn’t with his hands full. “Fuck the both of you.”

Hawk chuckled. “Nah, I’m good, brother. I’ll catch a nymph soon enough. But you should hurry up to your old lady before she misses you too much.”

Rubble narrowed his gaze and Hawk wiggled his brows. This was new. Being on the receiving end of shit about women wasn’t the norm for him.

“Don’t forget church is in two hours,” Cueball yelled after him.

Ignoring them, Rubble took the stairs two at a time, careful not to spill the coffee or upset the blueberry muffins stuffed in his jacket. Hawk and Cueball hollered more sexual innuendos after him, but he let them have their fun. He’d get them back later anyhow. The two were notorious with the club girls.

He reached his room and frowned at the shut door. Setting down one of the cups, he opened the door and grabbed the coffee before closing it with his foot.

“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty.” He placed the cups on the nightside table and smoothed back Jupiter’s unruly hair. Mascara stained the skin around her eyes, but he didn’t give a damn. She was gorgeous no matter what.Plus, that’s kind of my fault.His mind turned to their shower romp sometime around three in the morning. It was well worth the effort to hear her breathy moans in the acoustic setting.

“What’s in there?”

He glanced down and saw her eyes glued to his jacket. “Blueberry muffins.”

She giggled and sat up, taking the first one he offered. “That’s stupidly cute, by the way. You sneaking muffins in your very tough biker jacket.” She took a small bite, a speck of sugar clinging to her bottom lip.

“You think so?”

She took another bite and nodded. More sugar clung to her lips this time. If he didn’t know better, he’d guess she did it on purpose. The sheet fell from her chest, revealing her perfect tits.Fuck, woman, you’re killing me.

He couldn’t resist. Leaning over, he licked her lip clean and nibbled at the seam of her mouth. She opened insatiably to him, her tongue mingling with his. Even without the sugar-dotted muffin, she tasted like heaven’s treat.

Easing back, he pulled on her bottom lip with his thumb. The lustful gleam in her green eyes told him not to stop. His cock jumped inside his jeans. That bastard always wanted some pussy and Jupiter’s was his new addiction. But Rubble didn’t want to overexert her. They were running on limited fluids and even less sleep.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

Jupiter grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him on top of her. “Famished.”

He couldn’t argue with that. Quickly shedding his clothes, he pulled on a condom and was in her warmth seconds later. She was always so fucking drenched, which made her pussy impossible to resist.

“Hold tight, baby girl. I’m gonna fuck you good and hard.”

Jupiter parted her lips to speak, but he captured them instead. They didn’t need words.We need this.He pushed into her deeper and her eyes rolled back.Lots and lots of this.

* * *

“Willyou tell me about the scars?”

Rubble propped up his head on his fist. They’d finished another round, the scent of sex lingering in the small room. He’d never leave if he had his way. Taking in the freshly tousled strands of her short hair, his eyes fixed on her own set.

“Whenever you ask.” He cautiously traced one of her scars. “Will you tell me about yours?”

Jupiter swallowed, her gaze dropping to the bed. He wouldn’t push but couldn’t let the subject drop entirely.

“Yes, but not today.” She covered his hand and squeezed. “I’d rather focus on happy things.”

“Well, talking about my scars won’t set a happy mood.” He chuckled, fighting the horny side of him when Jupiter kissed the back of his tattooed hand.

“All right, then how about your tattoos? Surely, they have friendlier stories?”

He glanced at the artwork proudly displayed on his skin. “Some do. Some don’t.” Cuddling closer, he took her hand and placed it on his chest. “Point to the one you want to know about, otherwise we’ll be here all day.”

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