Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

“One, two, three, now,” she whispered then swiped the phone and held it up for the facial recognition to kick in.

Skip the dress next time I see you. Wear jeans. Been dying to see that ass wrapped in denim since the first night.

Chloe swallowed around a suddenly bone-dry throat. Though her throat seemed to be the only part of her that was dry. She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable stance now that her panties were damp.

Logan liked her ass? Part of her was surprised he’d even noticed it. It wasn’t like they engaged in flirting, touching, or much ogling of each other. Sure, she’d gotten to soak in the sight of his body as he laid there unable to escape, but she pretty much got naked and hopped on board without giving him any kind of a show. The fact that he’d even taken note of her ass was shocking. And sent heat rushing through her. She could wear jeans. Some ultra-skinny ones that showed off her legs and butt.

Tomorrow night, she texted back.

I’ll be the one cuffed to the bed.

The reply was instantaneous.

She couldn’t help the purely feminine smile that curled her lips.

Logan liked her ass.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

WITH ONE LAST groan, Chloe climbed off Logan and flopped next to him on the bed. When his well-used dick slipped from her body, he hissed as he did every single time. Chloe smiled, letting her eyes drift closed as she floated on a cloud of post-orgasm bliss.

Damn, she felt like she could leap over the building with ease.

“Hey,” Logan said, laughter in his voice. “Don’t go falling asleep on me. I’m still all trussed up here.”

Chloe’s eyes flew open. They never spoke after sex. She just dressed, uncuffed him, and they went their separate ways. She also never laid down beside him. “Shit, sorry,” she said as she scrambled up and over to the dresser where the key rested. “Guess I’m more tired than I realized.”

Thirty seconds later she had him uncuffed. Ever since the first night, he’d followed her rules—the new rules they seemed to make together. She now trusted him enough to release him at the end. It took his molten hot gaze on her breasts to realize she hadn’t covered herself. Her face heated so quickly, she got dizzy. What the hell was wrong with her tonight? “Shit,” she said again. “Sorry. Let me get my clothes.”

Logan laughed for real this time. “Not sure what you’re apologizing for, but it better not be keeping those gorgeous tits uncovered.”

“No, um, well, maybe. They’re kinda small. But it was more for almost falling asleep.” Where the hell was her bra? She scanned the floor, far too embarrassed to look at him. And too shook by how much of her guard she’d let down a few seconds ago. Almost falling asleep? Shit, she needed to get her head back in the game.

“Hey,” he said softly, as though she were a frightened kitten stuck under the couch. “Come here.”

She obeyed without thought strictly because the gentle tone and the fact that he was chatting at all had her startled. Oh, there was her bra, lying next to the pillow. As she reached for it, Logan’s hand circled her wrist and stopped her motion.

The moment his skin touched hers, she froze, and her vision tunneled.

“Hey,” he said again, dropping her hand. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Relief was instantaneous once the physical contact was gone. “Uh, no, just surprised me.” She snatched up the bra and stared at his chest so she wouldn’t have to see the questions in his eyes.

“Come here,” he said again, now sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.” He lifted them so she had a full view of each palm then tucked them under his thighs. He had to think she was crazy. She let him eat her out and fuck her, but he couldn’t touch her wrist?

Chloe chewed on her lower lip. She was being ridiculous. The amount of chances the man had had to harm her if he desired were in the hundreds by now. Not once had he done anything threatening, or even aggressive. She stepped closer.

“More.”

Another step.

His eyebrow rose.

One more step had her standing between his spread legs, close enough to wrap her arms around his back.

“First of all,” he said. “The fact that I fucked you to near unconsciousness is not at all a problem for me. Actually, it’s kind of my goal. Take you so good you can’t think of walking that sexy body out of the room. This way I can do it again after you take a little nap.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, but no words came out. What was there to say? He wanted her to stay longer?

“And second,” he continued. “Your tits are fan-fucking-tastic. About six times this week, I jerked off to the memory of them bouncing while you rode me.”