Joy (Hell's Handlers MC 7)

“Think so.” Scott shrugged, his gaze already scanning the bottles behind the bar.

“Hey, babe,” Rocket said as he pulled Chloe close. “Cold out there?”

“No, it’s a balmy seventy-five.” She shot him a slightly scary grin as she snuck her fingers under his T-shirt.

“Shit! Oh, fuck!” He jerked back as her icy digits made contact with his warm skin.

“Ohhh, that’s nice.” She burrowed her frozen nose into the crook of his neck.

“Jesus, woman.” His body temperature had to have dropped ten degrees in two seconds.

Her chuckle tickled his skin. “You’re so warm.”

“Not anymore.” A shiver raced down his spine as heat leeched from his body into hers. Oh, fuck it, he was man enough to take a little cold. He circled his arms around her and crushed her to him.

“Mmm, thank you for warming me up.” Chloe lifted her head, and before she had the chance to say anything else, he stole a scorching kiss that would melt an igloo.

Chloe moaned into his mouth, returning the kiss with gusto. Her tongue delved into his mouth as though trying to steal a taste of the vodka he’d drank. His cock filled, irritated with the confinement of the ridiculous Rudolf briefs Chloe forced him to wear after he’d lost their little bet over the sex of Jig and Izzy’s baby. He’d been so damn sure it’d be a boy.

A loud throat cleared, causing Chloe to jump out of his arms. Now her cheeks were flushed for an entirely different reason. A much more pleasurable but frustrating reason. Maybe Copper had something with the quick fuck in the hall comment.

“Watching my baby sister try to climb down some biker’s throat doesn’t do much for the Christmas spirit,” Scott said as he tossed back a shot of whatever Thunder had delivered. “Another,” he said to the prospect. “Gonna need a bunch to scrub the image of my sister sucking face from my brain.”

“Sorry, man,” Rocket said while Chloe rolled her eyes and smacked her brother’s shoulder.

“Please,” she said. “It’s the least you deserve after I walked in on you and Missy Haberfield when I was fifteen. Talk about scrubbing your brain. I still have nightmares from that shit.” As she spoke, she shifted to Rocket’s side, sliding an arm around his waist. Her clever fingers slipped back under his shirt, a much more tolerable temperature this time.

With a neutral expression, as though he wasn’t suffering from a raging hard-on, he listened to Chloe chat with her brother as she ran her fingernails up and down Rocket’s back. Every scrape of those damn nails sent a surge of lust straight to his already straining dick. If he didn’t get his woman somewhere private in the next thirty seconds, he was likely to bend her over the bar and fuck her right there, brother be damned.

“Hey, Scott, let me take your coat. Chlo and I’ll drop it up in my room so it’ll be safe,” he said, not caring that he’d interrupted a conversation between the two. “Come on, babe, help me out?”

Chloe shot him an innocent grin as though she had no idea he was about to crawl out of his fucking skin. “Sure, let’s go.”

As Scott shrugged out of his bomber jacket, he narrowed his eyes Rocket’s way. The guy probably wasn’t fooled in the least, but at least he had the foresight not to interrupt this sister’s inevitable fucking. With his lips pursed, he held out the jacket.

“Great.” Rocket said. He grabbed Chloe’s hand and towed her toward the stairs.

“Geez, Rocket, slow down, will ya?” Her voice was full of laughter as she practically ran to keep up with him.

“Where ya going, Rocket?” Mav called out when they were halfway up the stairs.

Rocket didn’t give a fuck if the entire clubhouse knew he was heading upstairs to fuck his woman, and he let them know it by flipping Mav off without breaking stride.

Chloe laughed again but kept pace with him.

The very second he had her in his room, he slammed the door and moved to box Chloe in.

“Nuh-uh,” she said, wagging her finger as she slipped under his arm. He was turned around and the next thing he knew, Chloe was shoving him against the door, hard. “I’ve spent most of the morning driving to and from the airport. Didn’t get a chance to stop for a snack. I’m hungry. And I need to thank you for warming me up downstairs.”

She dropped to her knees, and his head fell back against the door. “Babe…”

“Yes?” she asked all innocence as she worked his belt open. Just knowing her hot mouth was on its way to his cock had him leaking in those fucking briefs. “Something you want to say to me?”

Huh? Was there? Who the hell knew?

Once she’d removed the belt, she slid the zipper down. “Kinda testing the limits of this thing, huh?” One finger took a journey up the ridiculous underwear, straight over his dick.