Saving Blu (Kings Reapers MC #4) - Nicola Jane Page 0,19
law abiding citizen,” she says coldly.
The door opens and Alice smiles as she passes me. I kiss her on the cheek and then she goes to Hannah and kisses her. She pulls back and looks between us. “Oh dear, it’s frosty in here. What’s going on?”
“Blu was just reminding me how I’m the odd one out in this,” she pauses and shrugs, “thing we have going on.”
“Okay, start from the beginning,” says Alice. “Blu?”
“I hate it when you do that,” I mutter, taking a seat at the table. “You’re not at work now, Alice.”
“Christ, I come home from a hard shift and this is what I’m greeted with?” snaps Alice.
“He has blood on his shirt,” snaps Hannah and I scowl at her for being such a tell-tail. “Apparently, that won’t concern you because you,” she uses her fingers as air quotes, “get it and I don’t. It’s like you’re in a secret society,” she mutters.
“You’re jealous because you’re not part of the fucked-up world we are forced to live in?” asks Alice with a slight smirk.
“You know what I mean,” hisses Hannah, and Alice presses her lips together.
“I can arrest his ass if it makes you happy,” suggests Alice and Hannah smiles too.
“Would you do that for me?” she asks.
“I’m sitting right here,” I snap and they both turn to look at me.
“I’m a cop and you’re the bad guy. It’s my duty to take you in if I think you’re doing bad things,” she says with a wink.
“And you know damn well the mayor will have me out again within the hour.”
Alice being a cop was a huge problem to me. And she’s not just any cop—she’s worked her way right up into the CID unit, Criminal Investigation Department. I thought it’d cause me issues when she transferred to London recently, but so far, it’s been okay. Most of the club’s work that I cover is for the Mayor of London. He wants the streets clean and sometimes, like today, the wrong people get released into the community, and that’s when we’re called to solve the issue. I don’t lose sleep over it and neither does Alice.
I arrive back at the club after putting Molly to bed and reading her at least six stories. I step straight out onto the balcony and I’m disappointed when Gia isn’t out there. I hate to admit it, but I’m starting to like her. I miss her when she isn’t out here. Images of her and Blade flicker through my mind and I grit my teeth. I don’t like the thought of them together, which is news to me, and I find myself moving to her door. Her bedside light illuminates the room, but she isn’t there. I move closer and peer inside like some kind of creeper. Her bathroom door opens and she steps into the room, taking my breath away. She's completely naked, drying her wet hair on a towel.
I’m frozen to the spot. She’s gorgeous. Her perky tits are just the right size to fit in my hands and her dusky pink nipples are erect, begging for me to lick them. She’s got a piercing in her belly-button, a silver bar with a twinkling pink diamond. I drink in her toned body with my rock-hard cock straining through my jeans. I know the instant she spots me because she freezes, our eyes meet, and she snatches her robe from her bed, wrapping it around herself. She marches towards the door, ripping it open. “What the hell are you doing?” she demands. Fuck, she looks hotter when she’s mad, her cheeks flushed and her breathing heavy. I step into her room and she automatically steps back. I slide the door closed behind me and hook my finger into the waist tie of her robe. I tug it gently and it falls open, exposing her perfect body to me once again.
“Blu—” she whispers.
“Shh,” I cut in before she can ruin this with her nervous chatter.
I keep at least a step away from her and run my forefinger along her collar bone. I trace it slowly across her chest and down along her breast. I keep my eyes fixed on her. I love the way her eyes light up when she’s turned on. When my finger reaches her nipple, she sucks in a breath. I’m so fucking hard, my cock threatens to rip through the denim of my jeans.
I lean closer, bending slightly but still keeping my eyes glued to hers as I