Jailbait (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 3)

She moaned into my mouth as the movement of my body across the kitchen floor caused her to bounce slightly on my cock.

In the short time that I’d tried to find control, she’d completely lost hers, and then stolen mine right out from under me as well.

Her back hit the flimsy wall with a thud, and I heard things groan that didn’t come from either one of us.

We didn’t stop, though.

In fact, what we did do was ramp up the kissing. The touching. The fucking.

Soon I was pounding inside of her like my life depended on it, and she was holding onto me so tight with both of her feet that I had a feeling she might need to see the doctor tomorrow to make sure we didn’t break it any more than it had been originally.

Her heel was digging into the road rash at my back, and the bend of her elbow and her knee was digging into the stitches of my arm so hard that I could feel the blood slicking between our skin.

But she didn’t mutter a sound of complaint about the discomfort, and neither did I.

Mostly because I couldn’t.

Wouldn’t.

Didn’t fucking wanna.

Instead, I gave her exactly what I’d held back all those years ago in that darkened hallway. Gave her the old man that wanted her, and the new man that had formed in the aftermath of that night.

The dark and the light.

The hope and the hopelessness.

I gave it all to her and didn’t once stop until she was coming so hard that I knew I’d popped a few stitches.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out.

There was a knock at the door, but we both ignored it as I came inside of her.

I filled her with everything that was in me, and then fucked her some more until we got sloppy.

She didn’t care, and neither did I.

Not until I heard yelling from the other side of the door.

“I don’t know what the feck you’re doing, boyo!” the old bartender I’d hired a week ago said. “But you may want to stop. The entire bar’s shaking, and we’ve already lost the best bottle of scotch you owned.”

With that I came to a standstill and looked deep into Swayze’s eyes.

“Why would you be affecting anything down there?” she asked breathlessly.

I licked my lips and looked at the ‘wall’ that I was on.

It wasn’t a wall at all. It was a pillar. One that looked suspiciously like the one that ran down the length of the back of the bar.

I pulled away from it carefully and then walked with her to the bathroom where I turned on the faucets.

It was only when the entire thing was steaming once again that I put her down and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t put any more weight on that foot,” I ordered.

She looked down and saw all the blood on my arm.

“Your arm!” she cried out in surprise.

I looked at it.

No stitches were broken, but one was definitely threatening to.

I lifted it up high so it wouldn’t get wet.

“How’s your foot?” I asked curiously.

She blinked. “Fine, why?”

“Because you were digging your heels so hard into my ass that I have a feeling you might’ve re-injured it.”

Then she looked me dead in the eye and said two words.

“Worth it.”

CHAPTER 15

Never ask a woman that’s drinking wine straight from the bottle how she’s doing.

-Life Hack

SWAYZE

“Seriously,” I grumbled as I sat on the ground in the area between my office door and the landing that led upstairs toward my own quarters. “This really shouldn’t be this fucking hard.”

I glanced at the wheels that I’d been trying to get on for the last half an hour, and then at the star-like base that looked as if it should be easy to slip the suckers right in, but wasn’t.

Not even freakin’ close.

What was worse, I didn’t want to force it.

What if I forced it and broke that little fucker off in the little hole thing that it was meant to be in?

Then I’d have just spent almost four hundred dollars on an office chair that would be a useless pile of junk.

I…

The weirdest yowling howl-like bark came from outside, and I couldn’t stop the jolt of my body as I whipped around and stared at the steel door that separated the outside from the inside.

Then a vicious snarl had me standing up so fast that my half-finished chair knocked against the wall behind me.

I hurried out of the back room, bypassing my apartment stairs for the door that would lead me outside into the alley.

The moment I got the door unlocked, I looked out into the alley to find… Ignacia.

It took me a long moment to realize what was going on, but when my eyes finally settled on the dog she had with her, along with a cat—Tater—in his mouth, I saw red.