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Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

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He didn’t move, just held them still wedged deep inside her. “Got pretty fucking wet sucking my cock, didn’t you, baby?”

Chloe nodded as best she could without having control of her head.

“Guess you liked it. Having me buried in your throat. Hearing me moan your name. Swallowing my cum. You like that, Chloe?”

“Jesus,” she whispered. “Yes, Logan, I freakin’ loved it. You’re killing me. Please move your fingers.”

He chuckled. “Please move my fingers? Hmm, what do you mean?”

The cutest fucking scowl he’d ever seen appeared on her face. “Logan,” she said, probably going for stern but it came out far too breathy and needy.

Damn, he liked her this way. On the knife edge.

Apparently, she grew tired of waiting for him because she began rocking her hips, shamelessly fucking herself on his hand. He gave her a few minutes to work herself over, mesmerized by the lip tucked between her teeth and the soft mewls that vibrated her throat. Leaving her tomorrow was going to gut him in a way he’d never experienced before. Through countless dangerous missions, he’d never left someone he cared about behind.

And he cared about Chloe with a ferocity he’d never thought possible.

Trust in his brothers was the only reason he’d be able to leave.

Arousal coated his hand, warm and slippery as she moved faster. “It’s not enough, please.” Her eyes were growing heavy lidded, but she did as he commanded and kept them open.

Time to reward her.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Say it.”

“I need you to fuck me with your fingers, Logan. I need you to make me come before I lose my mind.”

“Oh,” he said with a chuckle. “Why didn’t you say—”

“Logan,” she growled.

He chuckled again but this time gave her what she wanted. He curled his thick fingers, dragging them along the wall of her pussy as he withdrew. She gasped, fisting his T-shirt.

They stared at each other as he fucked her, plunging deep and grinding his palm against her clit with every forward lunge. Chloe met him with heavy thrusts of her hips. She whimpered, cursed, and moaned all the while keeping her gaze fixed on his. As predicted, her eyes grew hazy and unfocused the closer she got to coming.

“Logan,” she cried as her legs began to tremble. “God, I’m close. More, more, more.” She was babbling now, a combination of words and sounds making less sense by the second.

God, she was beautiful. Trusting him to take care of her. Something passed between them as they stared at each other. Something powerful he’d never be able to walk away from despite the many reasons he should.

He fucking loved her. And the love was returned. She was shit at keeping her feelings off her face. But neither said it. Words weren’t necessary. The emotion was palpable between their locked gazes.

He’d give her the words too. But not until he put Lefty in the ground. Lefty was the last tether to what had happened to her. And once that rope was cut, she’d be free to live again.

“Oh, my God,” she shouted as she grabbed his hand and held it deep inside her. He pressed hard, letting her grind down on his hand for all she was worth. Her eyes fluttered as her pussy did the same.

“Eyes open,” he growled, rotating his palms as best he could in the small space.

Rocket crooked his fingers hard inside her, hitting that rough bundle of nerves that had her screaming his name.

She flooded his hand as her pussy squeezed him again and again. Chloe’s entire body quivered with the force of the orgasm rocking through her. “Holy shit, holy shit,” she chanted again and again.

They stood there for a long while, Chloe occasionally shuddering and Rocket with his hand buried inside her. When she finally sagged against him, he released her hair and held her close.

“I’m gonna be okay, baby,” he whispered as he slowly inched his hand out of her pants.

Chloe shivered as she nodded against his chest.

“Come on, let’s get a little sleep.”

The moment they crawled into his big bed, Chloe curled into him, wrapping one arm and leg over top of his body. She held the back of his T-shirt fisted in her hand. Even enough distance for air to flow between them seemed too much. The orgasm helped, and within minutes, her breathing evened.

Rocket remained awake throughout the night memorizing the feel of her soft body molded to his. She held tight, even in sleep, as though afraid he’d disappear before she woke. Part of him was tempted to slip out in the a.m., but she’d be devastated if she woke alone.

As it turned out, Chloe sat up in bed just as he was loading his tactical bag. Sleepy eyes followed him around the bedroom while he gathered the small amount of supplies and clothing he planned to take. The rest would be provided by Esposito. Except his rifle and a few other weapons of choice. Those he kept in a safe beneath his home and he wouldn’t be traveling without them.



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