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Considering how insatiable he’d been on their first night together, she was pretty sure it was a safe bet.By the time she was working him back into her throat again, those big hands took control of her head.He was careful with her but ended up fucking her face just the same.It was worth the tears spilling from her eyes, the fight to suck in air at any opportunity.He was close…
When he literally pulled her off him, she was sure she looked a mess, staring at him with her mouth open.So much heat in his expression as he kissed her like his life depended on it, tasting himself on her tongue.He broke the kiss as he stood, pulling her up with him.He undid her jeans before she could react.He pulled them and her panties off, with the fury of a storm.
Dylan still had her peasant top on, her bright fuzzy socks.He came at her, backing her against the nearest wall with the intent, she hoped, of fucking her senseless.
She braced for him to grab her caveman style and haul her up the wall.Instead, he took a knee and held her hips in his hands, getting his mouth on her.After a minute -- and a lot of obscene noises -- he hauled one of her legs over his shoulder, digging in.All she could do was hold onto his broad shoulders as he tasted her, working her up with his lips and tongue.He didn’t stop until she was right there on the edge, arching her back against the wall and literally begging him for it with words she barely had the breath to say.
Jason stopped right before she could come.The whine he pulled from her would have been embarrassing if she hadn’t been so desperate to climax.She had to fight to stay upright as need gripped her hard.It wasthenthat he grabbed her legs, hauling them up around his waist and pushing her up the wall like she weighed nothing at all.Jason wasted no time sliding inside her in one smooth thrust.
Dylan came on his cock before he made the second thrust, crying out.Jason’s hand clamped over her mouth, muting her cries as he began to nail her into the wall.Pinned to the wall, she just hung on for the ride.Her orgasm bled into another as his thrusts gained in speed and power.He came with her the second time, his face buried in her shoulder.A slice of pain had her jerking in his hold.He’dbittenher.Not hard enough to break the skin but enough for her to feel it, for the pinch of pain to blend with the pleasure flooding her entire body.
As they came down, Jason dropped a kiss over the bite mark he left on her shoulder, layered more kisses over her neck.When his lips met hers, they were gentle, unhurried.
“Are you staying the night?”she asked, hoping the answer was yes.“I’m sleepy.”
A sharp slap landed on her ass before he eased her to her feet.Jason’s grin was downright sinful.“Sleepy?”He shook his head.“Time for round two.”
He threw her over his shoulder and hustled them into her bedroom.Dylan just laughed and held on.
Chapter Four
Vendetta
The morning air was crisp, cold enough to keep his window rolled halfway up, but not cold enough to stop the fog from clinging to the edges of the glass.The van hummed beneath him, its tires eating up the pavement as he made his way through the first leg of his route.A rehab clinic, an assisted living, and a small pharmacy with a back door and no security cameras.
The usual.
Vendetta kept the van steady, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh.His fingers twitched out of habit more than restlessness.
But his mind wasn’t on the road.It was onher.The girl with the knockout smile, kind eyes, and a voice that had a way of cutting through his walls without even trying.The girl who’d invited him into her story.She had no idea she was living in the middle of a battlefield.He hadn’t planned on seeing her again, not until he accomplished what he’d set out to do.He sure hadn’t counted on sitting in her apartment eating pizza and listening to her question her whole damn world.But the more he got to know her, the more hehadher, the more he craved.
All it took was her mention of her uncle, Eli, and he had his excuse to see her again.His gut warned him not to answer her text.Every instinct honed from years of surviving betrayal, blood, and backroom lies screamed that getting closer to her was a bad idea.That the second he got tangled up with Dylan Crizer, he’d lose the edge he needed to finish what he came back here to do.
But there was no walking away from it now.When the truth in all this came for her -- and it would -- who would she have left to trust buthim?It didn’t matter how bad an idea it was.She was his responsibility from the moment he’d touched her.She was his to protect, his to watch over.He would be the one to protect her when she inevitably faced her uncle’s betrayal.
Eli Crizer was good at doling out betrayal.Vendetta hadn’t asked for the betrayal Eli and his sworn brothers had dealt him.But it was his, and he’d burn Oak Grove down before he let them, letEli, touch her.
Vendetta’s anger rose at the thought of her uncle not speaking up while his crew disrespected his niece right in front of him.That silence said everything.Either he didn’t care, or he couldn’t afford to show it.Neither one sat right.And the way Dylan talked about him?Like she was still trying to give him the benefit of the doubt.Dylan hadn’t seen who he really was yet.But she would.And when she did, she’d break.Which meant Vendetta had to be ready to make sure she didn’t shatter alone.Another reason he needed to stay close to her.
Turning down a narrow access road,Noesner Medical Clinicwas the kind of place that looked respectable from the front but hadn’t seen a paint job in five years.It sat on the edge of the industrial strip, boxed in by chain-link fencing and loading docks that hadn’t been used for anything legal in a long time.
His stop here was simple.He was dropping off one box of wound care kits and IV-line replacements.He’d been in and out a half-dozen times already.He’d never seen more than a tired receptionist or a delivery driver from the lab.
Something was different today.
As Vendetta rounded the back lot, he slowed the van to a crawl.Another vehicle was already there.A dark, unmarked van.No company logos.Just dust, dents, and tinted windows.Outside of it, two men stood, one of them wearing a Cottonmouth cut.He was too young to be a higher up.Young and jumpy, he was one of the hang-arounds Vendetta had noticed lurking nearNed’s a few times.The other man was older and in casual clothes, and he looked really pissed off.
Vendetta parked in the lot, his van facing in the opposite direction of the men, but it provided a perfect angle to watch them in his side mirror.He slid the driver’s side window down on the off chance he could hear anything.And he could.Their voices carried, sharp and angry.
“You said the shipment was clean!”the older man hissed.
“Yeah, I said it would be clean,” the Cottonmouth snapped back.“But it’s not.What the fuck do you want me to do about it now?”
Vendetta killed the engine and slid down in his seat just enough to stay out of view.
The older guy shoved a clipboard at the biker.“They flagged it.Said half the barcodes don’t match the shipment.You trying to get me fired?Or raided?”
“Keep your fuckin’ voice down,” the Cottonmouth growled, grabbing the clipboard and glancing around.“We’ll fix it.Just move the rest of it toNed’s.Tell them it was rerouted.”
