Adrenaline Rush (Death Chasers MC 4)

At least for now, it’s more than enough to be a captive on his literal island, letting him call the shots, while loving me in a way that makes it hard to complain about anything at all.

He’s a clubbing-over-the-head shy of being a caveman, and he’s lucky I’m okay with that too.

Surprisingly enough.

He kisses me harder, and my mind gets too distracted to think. My toes curl, and my nails dig in deeper, as his hips find that magical rhythm with all the right pressure points. He groans against my lips, muttering all the typical threats of how hard he’ll work to keep me, and telling me how I can never escape.

I smile against his forehead as he crashes against me, still tired from last night, and I close my eyes as he wraps his arms around me. It’s our own private bubble.

I don’t want it to pop.

My smile stretches wider across my face when I try to move, only to be held still. “Just sleep with me,” he murmurs against my throat.

I manage to get a blanket over us, even though he keeps me wrapped up against him, using my chest as his own personal pillow. I don’t know why I enjoy this screwed up life so much, but I’ve never been happier.

For now, this is as close as anyone could ever possibly get to happily-ever-after.

He’s just got to survive one last favor, and we can have our happily-ever-after with no strings left attached.

One last adrenaline rush, and we’re free to live out our lives as boring people. Just like we want to do.

Then I remind myself Pop was scared of him, and Sarah thinks he’s crazy.

I hope he’s as badass as they all think he is.

Because now I know I really don’t stand a chance in that world, and there’s nothing I can do to help him if this goes sideways. I don’t see it going as smoothly as it did with Pop.

“Stop thinking about it,” Rush says against my lips, teasing me. “If Drake is still alive, then my odds are fucking epic,” he assures me. “Stop worrying.”

He pulls back, looking down at me, and his lips turn up in a grin. He bends, head dipping next to mine.

“You still haven’t even seen me at my best,” he whispers next to my ear.

Just like that, I’m turned on again, and he grins against my lips when I loop my leg back around his hip.

“Insatiable,” he mutters against my lips, even as he continues to smile.

If I can’t think about the past or fret about the future, I’m at least going to enjoy the hell out of the present.

The End