Colson (The Henchmen MC #20) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,60

he called, making me look at him, then her. "Pull out the nightstand drawer," he demanded, and Eva was a little too in shock to do anything but blindly follow directions. "Hold it out," he demanded as she walked over toward him. Then he ripped into the box, careful not to touch anything inside as he dumped the wrapped brownies into the drawer, one box at a time. "Don't wanna fuck with your game, man, just have to take away any evidence," Brooks said, giving me a knowing smirk. "Wipe that dresser with some bleach. Use some TP and flush it. Then we're all good."

With that, he collected my bag, and my boxes, and he was off to clean them.

"It's almost scary how much they know when they aren't even technically members of the club yet, isn't it?" Eva asked when we were alone, taking the drawer back to the nightstand, shoving it in. "I will clean the dresser. Go shower. That seems to be very important right now. I don't think this club has ever been so full of such fresh and clean men before," she said, attempting to lighten what was a heavy mood.

Knowing I had to, I moved into my bathroom, turning on the shower, stripping out of my boxers, and climbing into the shower, pulling the glass door shut behind me.

It wasn't long after that there was a tentative knock at the open door to the bathroom, drawing my attention to find Eva standing there, eyes downcast.

"Yeah, babe?" I called.

"I, ah, need the bleach under the sink counter," she told me.

"Yeah, come in," I invited, feeling my cock stir to life at seeing her so close when I was naked.

She nodded, but kept her head down as she moved into the space, grabbing the bottle of bleach out of the cabinet under the sink, then turning toward the toilet paper like Brooks had instructed.

It was then that she got brave, when she let her curiosity get the better of her. Because I saw her eyes cut my way, taking in as much of me as she could with the steam starting to fog up the glass.

It wasn't the time or place, but my hand still slid down my stomach, closed around my hard cock, stroked it to the hilt as she watched.

She looked on for one more stroke before turning so fast she rammed her hip into the side of the cabinet, hissing out her breath, but charging out of the room, pretending like wiping down that spot on the dresser was a matter of national security.

Even with that attention to detail, she made her way back toward me, putting away the bleach, flushing the possible gunpowder residue away, then washing her hands in the sink.

It seemed to be then that her control snapped, making her turn toward me, her breath coming out quicker than usual as her gaze moved down my body, pausing and holding on my cock as I continued to stroke it, her lips parting, her eyes going heavy-lidded.

I wanted to reach out, to pull her in, to strip her down, to sink inside of her.

But we couldn't.

The night was far from over.

And I didn't want to have to rush through it so that I could get back to church.

So I continued to stroke.

She continued to watch.

I came hard, my fist slamming into the wall as I hissed out my breath.

She never looked away.

Even after I was done, while I scrubbed at my arms, face, neck, everywhere, making sure I didn't miss anything before finally cutting off the water, moving out, grabbing the towel.

She turned then, facing the mirror, rewashing her hands again as I dried off.

I wrapped and tucked the towel, moving in behind her, watching her reflection until her gaze found mine.

When I had it, my hand slipped across her hip, slid down underneath the waistband of her pants and panties, sliding up her wet pussy.

Her head fell back onto my chest as her eyes went hazy, her breath coming harder and faster as I slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me.

My thumb went to her clit, circling as my finger started to fuck her, as another finger slipped inside, as her ass wiggled against me, stirring my cock back to life as I drove her up, her sharp breaths becoming whimpers that became moans that started to echo off the tile in the room.

My other hand rose, closing over her mouth, watching as her eyes