been saved, and maybe it was a little of that, but now I know what it was.
It’s this magical kinetic energy swirling around us. It has to be otherworldly. Love like this has to be on the verge of extinction because the way I’m feeling it, it’s like it’s the first case ever recorded.
I’m obsessed.
I’m bound.
I’m his.
“You’re going to make me come.” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and grunts, stuttering as his orgasm approaches.
“Me too,” I say on a twisted tongue, feeling the warm sweat of his skin slide against my back with every wave of his hips.
“Come with me, Jo. Come with me,” he begs, burying a hand in my hair and yanking my head back onto his shoulder. He sucks a mark onto my neck and shouts, muting his cry of release against the column of my throat. Hot splashes of his cum warm me from the inside out, and I fall over the edge once I feel him coating me.
“Eric!” I scream, my voice echoing off the walls as I clamp around his width. “Yes, so good, oh, Eric,” I moan, riding the ecstasy of the orgasm.
After shocks shake my body as we come down from our climaxes. Our bodies tremble, and the air is thick with sex still, a spell hanging in the air, and if we aren’t careful, we’ll fall into its passionate clutches again.
Something wickedly beautiful brews between us, something that can only be described as magic.
He kisses the middle of my neck and sighs. “Are you okay? How’s your leg?”
“Mmm,” I say, lazily. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“Good. When you’re all healed, I want to see this body on top of me.” His voice thickens with lust, and his cock starts to move again.
I open my mouth to answer, but his phone rings from somewhere in the room. “No,” I whine, grabbing his hand to keep him by me. “Ignore it.”
“I can’t, babe. It’s Reaper.” He rolls away, and his cock slides out along with a gush of his cum.
Outside obligations ruining everything…
He bends down to grab his jeans off the floor, and his brows furrow as he answers the call. “Now? Okay, yeah. You want me to bring her? Why? What! No, absolutely not, Reaper—” Eric pulls his phone away from his ear and throws it on the bed. “Bastard hung up on me.”
“What did he want?” I gather the sheets and pull them to my waist.
“We need to leave, and you’ve got to be bait for the plan.”
“What? Why! What do I have to do with it?”
“Because the man who shot up the clubhouse is none other than your friend Brody. I should have seen that coming.”
I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m pissed off.
The last place I want to be is here at Maximo’s Casino. I want to stay wrapped up in Jo in the hotel, a world where we only existed, but that isn’t how life works. No one keeps Reaper waiting. We were in such a rush I didn’t even have time to get dressed properly. I pull my arms through my shirt and work it over my shoulders and down my back.
There are a few curious glances from my MC brothers when they see the scars along my back, but they don’t ask questions. All of them understand.
We all have our scars. Physical, mental, emotional.
We’re a fucked up bunch, and that’s why we work.
“So, what’s going on?” I ask, rubbing my eyes to get the sleepiness out. “What’s the plan? And why the hell is Jo involved? That man raped her! She shouldn’t have to confront him,” I sneer at Reaper, hating that he would put her in this position. He’d never expect Sarah to do this.
“Because Brody knows her. When he sees her, it’s the validation we need to make a move.” Reaper pulls a small pill out of his cut and shows it to Jo. “I figure you could get your payback.”
Jo hops over on her crutches, injured leg bent as she stares at the tiny pill in Reaper’s big hands. “What is it?”
“It’s the drug he used. The one he planted in your beer. The one he used to take advantage of you. I’m all about an eye for an eye and then plus one. Listen, Jo,” Reaper says, tucking the pill in the inside pocket of his cut. “It’s up to you. If you don’t want to do this, that’s fine, but he might run if he sees us coming for him.”
“How do you