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One of his hands leaves my ass, and his fingers slip between us. His thumb presses against my clit, and he starts making circles. “It’s too much,” I whimper. “Too sensitive.”
Lance doesn’t think so. In fact, he ignores me as if I haven’t even spoken. His thumb continues its sweet torture while I ride him, my hips rolling and bucking harder and harder, trying to get him to come.
Then he leans forward, gripping my ass so hard that I know without a doubt I won’t walk away unmarred, and I love that idea. I love the idea of his marks on me—everywhere. I’m not sure I should, but I do anyway.
His hand moves from my ass and shifts to my hip as he moves me the way he wants. Using my body to jack his cock, he pinches my clit, and I come. It’s hard and fast. It almost hurts, and when I cry out, he slams me down, so I take all of him, and I feel his cock twitch as he fills me with his release.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck.” He leans forward, burying his face in my neck, and presses his lips to my skin. I wrap my hand around the back of his head and hold him to me as I attempt to catch my breath. “Fuck, buttercup.”
AGONY
“Logan is a fucking pain in my ass,” I growl as I stand outside beside Volt and Hellcat.
I’ve put Reese to bed again, no doubt completely exhausted her this time. Legacy is on his way up, and we’re about to hold fucking church in my goddamn front yard. I don’t know if I can continue with this plan the way Logan is acting.
It’s clear he not only wants to control everything, but he is also trying to threaten my relationship with Reese. The sister, who he doesn’t give a fuck about, becomes seriously fucking important when he wants something from me, and that shit pisses me off because it’s manipulation at its finest.
Legacy’s bike pulls in, and I can tell he’s pissed to have been woken from his nice warm bed at three in the morning, but that’s the fucking life. Although, it will be nice when we’ve gone completely legit because I have a feeling that these late nights will be few and far between.
I watch as Legacy climbs off his bike and stomps over to us. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tip my chin and look down my nose at him.
“Don’t come here pissed off at me,” I murmur. “This was the last fucking thing I wanted to do tonight.”
He sucks in a breath, releases it slowly, then clears his throat. “Tell me what the fuck is going on.”
Hellcat chuckles but doesn’t say anything. There’s a moment of silence. I gather my thoughts, then I tell him about the conversation I just had with Logan. “He called me and wanted to move shit up to the day after tomorrow. Said he was getting his last shipment of women tonight and the buyer was anxious.”
“This motherfucker,” Legacy growls. “I am about sick of his ass. Fed or not, I’m ready to string him up and make him fucking disappear.”
“I don’t get a good feeling about any of it. We don’t have time to call church or set anything fucking up.”
“We don’t,” Legacy agrees.
“What if we got someone on the inside?” Hellcat asks.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder as he makes his way toward me and stands at my side, joining our huddle.
“Bait?” Legacy asks.
“Bait,” he agrees.
Pressing my lips together, I wonder who he has in mind as bait because it will not be Reese. She’s been through enough shit, and I refuse to have her go through anything else.
“Thunder,” Hellcat states. I blink, unsure I’ve heard him correctly. I start to ask him if he means Thunder, our Thunder, but Legacy beats me to it.
“Our Thunder?” Legacy asks.
Hellcat dips his chin in a nod. “She’s only twenty-five, still young enough to catch a fair price on the market, I would think. Bangin’ body, too.”
“Well, yeah, but aren’t you guys… a thing?” Legacy asks.
Hellcat shakes his head. “We ain’t shit. She’s a sweet butt, that’s all.”
“Then we use her as bait,” I murmur. “I don’t think I could put a wire or anything on her, so what are you thinking?”
Hellcat clears his throat and takes a step forward. I watch as he wraps his fingers around the back of his neck and squeezes. Then he nods his head once. I don’t know if he’s trying to think of a plan or if he has one, but waiting is goddamn torture.
“No wire. She’ll be naked, I’m sure,” he murmurs. “But she can be there to listen in on whatever the fuck is going down, and we let her go when he stops the trade.”
