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nose. “You wouldn’t let that happen.”
With a greedy growl, Blaize rushed at me.
She kissed me like our lives were at stake. She clung to me, grasping my back as I two-handed her ass in the short skirt.
Grinding on me, Blaize orgasmed as soon as I drove my fingers into her top and cupped her tits, palming her nipples.
I wasn’t that lucky.
I wasn’t sorry, either.
Fuck.
The way she flew apart in my arms was so hot I’d never forget it, even if it were the first and last time.
So hot my belly quivered.
We devoured each other’s mouths. Gasping. Moaning. Her climax shattered my brain, reached down to my heavy ballsack, made my cock almost wreck my leathers to get out, get into her.
Blaize wound her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.
When she was done, she disengaged.
Didn’t regret that either.
Much.
She wasn’t a talker.
I wasn’t gonna force her.
Downstairs the outright dirty orgy continued. The happily ever after end of every good night at Thunder Road. I’d done my fair share of fucking in that room—and this one—with Nikki as my centerpiece tail.
The bad nights for the Legion crew ended in bloodbaths.
Blaize and I were still alive, so I counted this as a good night.
Giving her some privacy, I stepped out onto the balcony.
I was gonna strangle my cock to death tonight.
Leaning on the balustrade, I lit a smoke and drank from my personal stash. Whisky rolled down my throat as I watched late night wanderers on the narrow street below.
A presence behind me.
I didn’t go for the Sig Sauer snugged at my back.
I didn’t turn around.
“Go to sleep, Blaize. Been a long day.” I scented her, like a rutting animal, before she even said a word.
She slipped beside me, wearing little more than a tank top and panties.
I took another swig from the bottle.
She grasped it and glugged a drink. “Extra smoke?”
“This shit’ll kill you.” I tapped a cigarette then placed it at her lips.
My knuckles brushed her mouth, and I lit the cig.
She inhaled. Exhaled. “The game’ll kill us.”
“Not this time.” I leaned my forearms on the railing. “If we’re lucky.”
“Are you lucky much?”
“You’ve read my records. You know the score.”
Blaize’s feathery red hair brushed my arm. “You know I’ve never done an MC infiltration before?”
I brought her to my side, snugging her close. “Good thing this is my second time at the rodeo, huh ?”
“I’ll take the chair tonight.” She tossed her smoke over the balcony before walking back into the room.
I turned to watch.
There is no way in hell I’m sleeping tonight.
“Really?” I braced my arms against the balcony doors. “I think I saw a cum-sock shoved under the cushion.”
She huffed, beaning one of the dirty porn mags at me. And went back to rooting through her precisely packed duffle for her bedroll.
“And the bottom side of the seat? Spooge stains.” I chuckled.
I could see why Blaize had made commander of T-Zone. The woman had serious ’tude, and what I wouldn’t give to unlock all her secrets. Every part of her body. Own her entire soul.
Putting out the smoke, corking the bottle, I shut us inside.
I brushed my teeth in the bathroom AKA Hazmat Zone. Scrubbed my face, my dick, my balls, my pits. Took a piss.
Blaize was conked out in her panties and tank top when I stepped back into the room. True to her word, she’d decided self-torture was the way to go, and lay corkscrewed in her bedroll on the fucking uncomfortable chair.
I dropped my clothes to the floor and pulled out my own bedroll, laying it on the mattress.
I sat up, flipping my Zippo open and closed.
Tomorrow would be the real testing grounds.
Tonight? Child’s play.
No matter what Venom said, I wasn’t back in.
I was two steps away from getting shot in the face.
He was paranoid.
He had every right to be.
At 0200—when Blaize groaned in her sleep—I walked toward her. Soft footfalls. Hushed words of reassurance when she
With a greedy growl, Blaize rushed at me.
She kissed me like our lives were at stake. She clung to me, grasping my back as I two-handed her ass in the short skirt.
Grinding on me, Blaize orgasmed as soon as I drove my fingers into her top and cupped her tits, palming her nipples.
I wasn’t that lucky.
I wasn’t sorry, either.
Fuck.
The way she flew apart in my arms was so hot I’d never forget it, even if it were the first and last time.
So hot my belly quivered.
We devoured each other’s mouths. Gasping. Moaning. Her climax shattered my brain, reached down to my heavy ballsack, made my cock almost wreck my leathers to get out, get into her.
Blaize wound her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.
When she was done, she disengaged.
Didn’t regret that either.
Much.
She wasn’t a talker.
I wasn’t gonna force her.
Downstairs the outright dirty orgy continued. The happily ever after end of every good night at Thunder Road. I’d done my fair share of fucking in that room—and this one—with Nikki as my centerpiece tail.
The bad nights for the Legion crew ended in bloodbaths.
Blaize and I were still alive, so I counted this as a good night.
Giving her some privacy, I stepped out onto the balcony.
I was gonna strangle my cock to death tonight.
Leaning on the balustrade, I lit a smoke and drank from my personal stash. Whisky rolled down my throat as I watched late night wanderers on the narrow street below.
A presence behind me.
I didn’t go for the Sig Sauer snugged at my back.
I didn’t turn around.
“Go to sleep, Blaize. Been a long day.” I scented her, like a rutting animal, before she even said a word.
She slipped beside me, wearing little more than a tank top and panties.
I took another swig from the bottle.
She grasped it and glugged a drink. “Extra smoke?”
“This shit’ll kill you.” I tapped a cigarette then placed it at her lips.
My knuckles brushed her mouth, and I lit the cig.
She inhaled. Exhaled. “The game’ll kill us.”
“Not this time.” I leaned my forearms on the railing. “If we’re lucky.”
“Are you lucky much?”
“You’ve read my records. You know the score.”
Blaize’s feathery red hair brushed my arm. “You know I’ve never done an MC infiltration before?”
I brought her to my side, snugging her close. “Good thing this is my second time at the rodeo, huh ?”
“I’ll take the chair tonight.” She tossed her smoke over the balcony before walking back into the room.
I turned to watch.
There is no way in hell I’m sleeping tonight.
“Really?” I braced my arms against the balcony doors. “I think I saw a cum-sock shoved under the cushion.”
She huffed, beaning one of the dirty porn mags at me. And went back to rooting through her precisely packed duffle for her bedroll.
“And the bottom side of the seat? Spooge stains.” I chuckled.
I could see why Blaize had made commander of T-Zone. The woman had serious ’tude, and what I wouldn’t give to unlock all her secrets. Every part of her body. Own her entire soul.
Putting out the smoke, corking the bottle, I shut us inside.
I brushed my teeth in the bathroom AKA Hazmat Zone. Scrubbed my face, my dick, my balls, my pits. Took a piss.
Blaize was conked out in her panties and tank top when I stepped back into the room. True to her word, she’d decided self-torture was the way to go, and lay corkscrewed in her bedroll on the fucking uncomfortable chair.
I dropped my clothes to the floor and pulled out my own bedroll, laying it on the mattress.
I sat up, flipping my Zippo open and closed.
Tomorrow would be the real testing grounds.
Tonight? Child’s play.
No matter what Venom said, I wasn’t back in.
I was two steps away from getting shot in the face.
He was paranoid.
He had every right to be.
At 0200—when Blaize groaned in her sleep—I walked toward her. Soft footfalls. Hushed words of reassurance when she
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