Ghost (A Steele Riders MC #6) - C.M. Steele Page 0,25

up my alarm and set it for nine thirty tonight.

“I like that idea.”

She tried to fix the throw back on the sofa, but I grew impatient and took her hand. “Leave it.” We went into the bedroom, dropped my phone onto the nightstand, and climbed into bed. With my arms wrapped around her, I kissed her lips and then passed out.

At ten, we were both getting ready. "After all this clears, are you going to go back to the ATF?" she asked, brushing her long blonde hair in the bedroom mirror.

I stopped slipping on my socks and looked up at the sexy woman. "No. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I won't be going back. I can't trust those I used to call friends."

"Well, my income will be enough until you decide what you want to do,” she offered. God, I loved her.

Standing up, I reached out and pulled her to me. Tipping her chin, I smiled and kissed her lips. "Sweetheart, that is wonderful, but I still have plenty of money."

"That may be true, but you can't access it," she remarked, stepping back to the mirror to finish putting her hair into a braid. She had a point about accessing my funds, but many of my investments were in this town and Boomer could easily pull the funds when I needed it.

"We will be fine. I promise, Grace. Now come over here and give me those lips."

She narrowed her eyes as she looped the hair tie on the bottom of her braid. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Us kissing is always a good idea."

"No, because it's going to lead to your dick in me when you should be resting."

"I need exercise as well as rest. Maybe you can ride me, and I'll let you do all the work."

"That could work," she moaned as I sucked on her breasts. I loved the way she melted for me. This woman was everything a woman could be: smart, loving, beautiful, and she's all mine.

Grace reached between us, pulled my cock free from my shorts, and slid down my shaft.

"God, woman. You're perfect."

"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself, my sexy man."

"Are you going to come for me, Grace? Are you going to wrap those tight walls around my cock, milking my seed into you?"

"You know I am. Fuck." She grabbed the back of my head and bounced up and down, clenching and relaxing with every full pass. I could feel her pussy getting ready to come all over me.

Shit. We were going to be late.

Chapter 13

Ghost

Since we were the last two to arrive, everyone was waiting in the room for us. I sent Grace into the room with the other ladies to hang out and be protected. “Protect her as if your life depends on it—because it does,” I warned the prospects watching the door.

Turning to her, I growled, “Lips,” tapping mine. She reached up and pressed her lips to mine for a quick peck, and then I was off to meet the guys for Church.

Stepping into the room, I was greeted with a round of applause.

“About damn time,” Law said, teasing while he reached out to hand me a beer.

Beast grabbed the bottle and asked, “Wait. Are you on some strong meds?”

“No, just some over-the-counter bullshit.” He let it go and smiled. “Good. Can’t have something happening to you after all you’ve been through.”

“What happened to you, and whose head needs to be removed from their body?” Cowboy asked as we all sat around the long table in Church. All of our women were being watched in the other room by the prospects while we discussed the matter. None of us felt safe leaving them at home.

“I was forced to do an undercover assignment to infiltrate the Villanueva Cartel out of McAllen. I managed to work my way in there, but it was too damn easy. I thought it was because Mac vouched for me, but he was the one who blew my cover. From the start, they knew who I was and strung me along to get the ATF off of them. Just as I rounded up enough evidence to nail them to the fucking wall, I was struck from behind and then beaten before they tossed me into the ocean.”

“Fucking bastards. We’ll return the favor.” Blade rubbed his hands together, eager for retribution like the rest of us.

“That’s the thing. I wonder if it was just Mac who flipped, or was he just the tip