Beyond the Badge – Crew (Blue Avengers MC #5) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
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With the tip caught between his teeth, he gently scissored it. That had her slamming her hips up and into him.

He tipped his eyes up to see her almost about to burst.

He released her nipple and murmured against her skin, “Reactions or words of encouragement are allowed. Just no smart-ass commentary.”

“Why do you get to make the rules?” Her question sounded a bit breathless.

Good.

Pressing a finger against her lips, he shook his head.

She rolled her eyes, but once he went back to her breasts, those eyes were rolling back in her head, instead.

Now that was the reaction he wanted to see.

A sigh.

A throaty groan.

His name cried out.

Those were the only sounds he wanted to hear coming from her mouth.

And he got that. Especially when he kept thrusting at a smooth, steady pace as he spent equal time between her breasts with his mouth and fingers. Squeezing and twisting. Plucking and sucking.

Her tits weren’t heavy or large but they fit her frame perfectly. He’d always been a breast man, but had never been picky about the size. A mouthful, a palmful, or even large enough to need two hands.

Perky. Hanging heavy. Fake or real. Small or huge areolas that were pink, a deep red or even brown.

All unique and all worth worshipping.

But he was having a hard time concentrating on her breasts with the pull of her pussy. The way she squeezed him, the way she tipped and lifted her hips to meet him stroke for stroke.

He gave up trying and, using the flat of his tongue, dragged it up between her breasts to her throat, where he planted his mouth against her racing pulse. His lips vibrated from her groans.

Music to his ears.

Her not talking proved she could obey orders.

When she wanted to.

Which most likely wasn’t often.

He had a crazy urge to tame her, but immediately realized he wouldn’t want her any other way.

She was a challenge who got his blood pumping.

She was brave, outspoken and independent. If he had to admit it, she had all the characteristics perfect for a DEA agent and task force member.

Perfect for...

No.

This was only sex. A way to work out his frustration after dealing with her smart mouth. Especially after his last real relationship ended in a disaster. He was not stepping into that quicksand again.

He wouldn’t even risk dipping in a toe.

Because next thing he knew, he might be pulled under, get bogged down and be unable to escape.

“Crew!”

He lifted his head to see her frowning. “What?”

“Get out of your fucking head and join me here in bed.”

Shit.

He was holding her, not fucking her. Proving his point about the dangers of that goddamn quicksand.

He slipped his arms from around her and planted his hands on the bed, pushing his torso up to relieve some of his weight from her.

“I mean, if you’re already worn out and need to take a breather…”

More jabs. Of fucking course. “I’m perfectly capable of fucking you until you are worn out and begging for me to come…”

“Begging for you to come? You talk a big game.”

He jabbed back. “You’ll be begging me to hurry up and finish because you’re worn out and need a nap.”

“Oh, guaranteed I’m taking a nap after this. I have a busy night scheduled.”

“Can we not talk work right now?”

“Sure. If you can finish what you started.”

He went nose to nose with her. “Don’t worry, I plan on finishing. But how badly do you want to finish before me?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“That’s just wrong,” she grumbled.

“Now… Are you going to keep your mouth shut? Because soon I’m going to lose my erection and my loss will be your loss.”

“Meh. I have a pretty awesome vibrator that can take up your slack.”

“Did you ever think the shit you say is why you haven’t had any meaningful relationships?”

“How did yours work out?”

He pulled a breath in through his nostrils and squeezed his eyes shut to avoid losing his shit.

This woman.

He knew this would be a mistake.

He was right.

A touch to his face turned into a cupping of his jaw.

He pulled in another deep breath and opened his eyes to stare down into her face.

Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip. “That was a low blow. Sorry.”

Chapter Sixteen

She was sorry?

She should be after planting thoughts of the Wicked Witch of Western Pennsylvania into his head. Especially while his dick was inside her.

Forget talking about work, the last thing he wanted to think about was his ex while fucking the woman beneath him.

“Crew.” His name being whispered pulled him out of his head. “Let’s forget everything outside of this bedroom. Please.”

First, she was sorry and now she was using niceties like please?

Should he be suspicious?

Of course he should. It could be a trap.

Why was he even doing this? This wasn’t turning out to be anything like his fantasies.

He should demand to see the manager.


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