Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

Right… He’s in a hurry. It has been five days.

Deciding to get on board, I pull my shirt over my head, but whimper when I remember the back of my head is sensitive. Damn hair-pulling bastard.

“You okay?” Drex asks, immediately looking me over with concerned eyes.

“Am I missing chunks of hair back there?” I ask him, watching as his eyes glaze over with anger.

Please say no. Please say no.

“No,” he says moving my face in his hand, examining the rest of me as he puts a pin in the getting naked thing I was looking forward to.

Reaching up, I clutch his wrists with my hands, and gently force his hands away as his eyes drop to mine.

“I’m fine, Drex. I just really want you touching me in a way that doesn’t feel like a doctor’s exam.”

His hands drop to his jeans, and he resumes the getting naked process by standing up and dropping the jeans to the floor. I stand up and push my shorts and shoes away, then drop my bra and panties.

When I look back, Drex’s eyes are on me as he sits down on the edge of the bed and reaches for me. Slowly, I step into his arms, and he rakes his eyes over my body, taking in every inch before his hands move to my waist and yank me down on his lap.

Twisting, I adjust my legs to be straddling him, and he grips my hips, slowly lowering me onto him. My head falls back as I sink onto him, letting him stretch me as he pushes inside. I’m just ready enough that he’s able to fully settle inside me, and we both moan as he pulls me closer and crushes his lips against mine.

I rock against him, moaning into his mouth as he lifts me and slams me down again. Rubbing myself against him, I set a rhythm, holding onto his shoulders as Drex breaks the kiss, and his lips drop to my neck to devour me in a new way.

Sweat gathers on our bodies as I continue rocking and he continues leaving possible fingerprint bruises on one hip. I’ll never get enough.

“I love you.” I moan the words, and he hauls me even closer, until our bodies are so close together that I can barely move and he kisses my shoulder. It makes it that much more intense when my orgasm hits like hot tidal waves rolling through me, exploding against every nerve-ending.

I cry out his name, and he bites down on my shoulder, muffling his sound as he finds his own release, spilling inside me as we both pant for breath. My head drops down as I gasp for air, and Drex kisses the side of my neck softer as his hot breath fans against the skin.

He shudders as he leans back, and he drops to lie back on the bed with me still on top of him, causing me to giggle when he groans.

“It’s like I can’t get enough,” he says on an exhausted breath.

“It’s a healthy addiction,” I assure him, keeping a straight face.

A ghost of a smile plays on his lips, and he brushes his thumb across my cheek.

“It’s not over.”

My own smile falls. “I know.”

“It’s pretty fucking dangerous,” he goes on.

“I’m aware.”

“And this is still where you want to be?”

I nod, and he sighs heavily while flipping us so that I’m under him and he’s staring down at me.

“Then we really need to teach you how to shoot a damn gun.”

I helpfully add, “And how to fight.”

Epilogue

DREX

ONE MONTH LATER

Eve can’t shoot a gun. It’s official. It doesn’t matter how many times we try to teach her, it’s like there’s something in her brain that causes her hands to jerk and there’s no telling where that bullet is going to go.

When we tell her not to grip it too tightly, she grips it tighter. When we tell her to loosen her arms, she gets more rigid. And saying the opposite doesn’t work either.

Fighting… Don’t even get me started on her fighting skills—or lack thereof.

The only thing that saves her is a lucky nut-shot here and there.

She’s pouting when we leave behind the practice range and head upstairs to join the others. She takes a seat in my lap as soon as I sit down on one of the oversized sofas, and she rests her head on my shoulder as the others join us.

“Any word on Pop?” I ask Axle.

“Still no word on what he’s doing.” He glances back at some of the guys laughing and drinking, while Dash tosses down a piece of paper with a list.

“Those are our clients for the month. Herrin lost his biggest source of income when he lost our skills. He’s reached out to some of our clients, but only one has dropped off the list. People seem to be more scared of you than him,” Dash tells me.