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Blood & Bones: Rook (Blood Fury MC 7)

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Thank fuck for Judge and Deacon. Rook would owe them for life.

She fucking loved her job, kicked motherfucking ass while doing it and, hard to believe, loved working with those two dickheads, too.

He grinned. His ol’ lady was a badass bounty hunter.

It was sexy as fuck and he swore it gave him a permanent boner.

Most men would probably worry about their woman chasing after and taking down fugitives. Not him. Some of her stories were like foreplay. Especially when she had to get rough with the skip.

Then she’d come home and let him be rough with her.

It was goddamn perfect.

Even better, she rarely had to work nights. That meant she was in his bed almost every night, ready and willing.

With as much as they fucked, he was surprised she hadn’t gotten knocked up yet. Even with her on birth control.

But maybe it was better that way, since she was still getting her feet wet with her new job. She also enjoyed going out in the field and would prefer it even if that wasn’t expected of her since Judge wanted to stick closer to home. If she was carrying his kid, Rook would insist she stay safe in the office.

He seriously never even thought he’d ever want his own snot monkey until he saw his brother with Dyna. But he was leaving it up to her to decide when she stopped taking her birth control. She could surprise him or give him a heads up first, but either way he’d be okay with her decision.

Her body. Her choice.

He’d simply go along for that wild ride.

With her equipment now set aside, she squatted down and scooped up Cujo, letting the little shithead bathe her face with his disgusting tongue. Did she forget what he licked with that?

Rook grimaced.

Ah, fuck it, what was a little red-rocket flavored dog spit?

“Where’s your daddy?” she murmured to the dick-licker.

As she came around the corner from the living room into the kitchen, he shot his hand out and grabbed her neck. He swung her around and pinned her to the wall using his body.

Slightly tilting his hips, he showed her how hard he was.

After sliding his hand around to the front of her throat, and without a word, he plucked Cujo from her hands and dropped him carefully to the floor. Once he straightened, he crushed his mouth to hers.

A proper welcome home.

Especially since he’d slept in their bed alone last night.

The furry asshole didn’t count.

She tightly gripped the wrist of his hand on her throat and, with her other hand, grabbed a fistful of the longer hair at the top of his head and pulled.

Fuck yeah, that made his dick throb and press painfully against the zipper on his jeans. She was in the mood to tussle this morning.

He sometimes let her win, but not often.

He lifted his mouth away from hers only enough to growl, “Where’s your daddy?”

She scrunched up her nose. “Gross, don’t say that. Especially since you two have the same name.”

Rook snorted. “Bet he never spanked you as good as I do.”

“Rook! Stop it.” She shuddered and ripped on his hair harder, causing his scalp to burn. Between the pain and the thought of leaving her ass red and burning made his dick thicken even more. “I’ll never want to have sex again. Now I need to bleach my brain.”

“You know you can’t resist my dick. Don’t even fuckin’ try.”

“Yes, but like I’ve told you before, you, unfortunately, come attached to it.”

“You love me,” he murmured, their mouths so close, their breaths mingled.

“You should be glad I do. Anyone else manhandling me like that would’ve been pepper-sprayed and received a hard shot to the balls with my knee by now.”

“Good,” he whispered. “Anyone tries to fuckin’ touch you, you kick their ass. And when you’re done, I’ll kick their ass next.”

“Judge and Deke have me covered.”

“No, you’re mine. I got you covered.”

“No, you are going to stay out of prison. Remember?”

Right. He promised to do his best to do just that.

Speaking of… “You catch your man?” The last time he talked to her, she’d been running an overnight surveillance on a skip with Deke.

She dropped the hand from his wrist, grabbed his balls. “Sure did.”

He smirked when she squeezed gently. “Meant your skip.”

“Yes.”

“Any problems?”

She never told him about the bad shit, only the fun stuff. Most likely to keep him from getting involved and to keep his promise of avoiding more time in the joint.

Which, if anyone hurt her, just might happen. Promise or not, she was smart enough to avoid telling him some details that might send him off the rails. The only time she couldn’t hide a physical altercation was when she came home with a bruise that he knew he didn’t give her during sex.

Seeing those made him struggle with losing his shit. But she was an expert at distracting him. And by the time she was done wearing his ass out, he had no energy left to track down whoever it was and give that person an ass-beating.



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