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With the whisper of his touch still on my skin I slid my hand between my legs seeking out that little bundle of nerves that I’d been neglecting. My center was already slick with arousal and despite my desperate jerky motions, my body hummed its approval with every swirl of my finger.
I shoved my tank up with the other hand, feeling the barest touch of my sheets ghost over my already hard nipples. I brought one bud between my fingers and squeezed as I circled my clit faster with the other hand.
Oh hell, it was so good.
The last few days had been stressful. I wouldn’t have thought my body was capable of feeling this good, but after a few more tugs on my nipple, I let out a long low moan. My whole body clenched and bucked under my own touch.
Even after my orgasm had started to subside, I continued to lazily stroke my own skin, wishing the sensation could last longer. I bet it would if Moose was here with me.
Moose had said he wanted me to be his. If it meant I got to keep this feeling, this post orgasm giddy feeling, I wanted to be his too.
Chapter Seven
Moose
Isat in the living room with my back to the wall under the bay window that overlooked the driveway. These guys didn’t seem too bright, not exactly hardened criminals, so I expected them to just wander up the front stairs if they decided to show up.
I was used to noise. Loud motorcycles, the cackling laughter and clinking glasses of the Crown. Even as a kid, my brother, Asher, and I rarely got any peace. It was parents fighting, foster parents fighting, sirens blaring. I was so used to it that silence made me anxious. Like danger was there I just wasn’t aware of it.
The silence was broken by one low moan and I was on my feet in an instant. I turned to rush up the stairs but stopped myself. That didn’t sound like a moan of pain or fear. That sounded like Doc Hannah continued what we’d started.
The idea had my dick chubbing back up when it had finally deflated.
Every woman I had ever been with or really known had been hard. Life had done it to them, so I didn’t blame them. They had to be street smart, suspicious, careful and know how to defend themselves.
Hannah was none of those things. She was… God, she was sweet. There was no other way to describe her. She looked, tasted and acted sweet as fucking candy and it took more strength than I thought I had to walk out of that room. I had tokeep my head in the game right now. There would be time later to lay her out and show her what she’d been missing.
The note had instructed Hannah to bring the dogs to Hollow Creek Park at eleven. At a quarter after, I got a call from Deadeye, who had been watching the drop site.
“How’d it go?”
“Nobody’s showed. Not yet anyway.”
I ran a hand over the scruff of my jaw. “So what? They’re late? They were bluffing, changed their minds?”
“That or one other alternative.”
“Yeah and what’s that?”
“Decoy.”
“Shit,” I kept the phone to my ear as I pushed myself off the floor enough to see out the curtain. I didn’t see anything, but there was a big difference betweenreassuringnothing andsuspiciousnothing.
“We’re on our way just in case,” Deadeye told me before hanging up.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and waited. A few minutes later a white van drove up the street and parked in front of a house a few doors down.
Fuck.
It had to be the same guys. I watched, hand gripping the gun tucked into my waistband, as two guys got out of the van and jogged across the street. There were a few long moments where they were out of view, but then I caught movement behind the hedges of Hannah’s neighbors house.
Not knowing anything about these fucks was the hardest part. Did they have guns? Backup? Connections? Or were they just a couple of conscienceless jerk-offs out trying to make a quick buck?
They started jogging towards the house, half hunched over as if that would keep them from my sights. The motion light Hannah had out front clicked on and they both froze.
I took the opportunity to study them. They wore all black and had masks over their faces. They didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons.
After a moment, they continued moving. I had to make a choice. I could wait for them to try and break in and bank on the MC showing up before they could get through the door. Or I could open the door and shoot the fuckers in the head.
