Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“It should be at the impound yard.” Simon grins at me. “We wanted to get everything cleared before we turned anything back over to you. We searched the car thoroughly, there wasn’t anything out of place. But we didn’t search that phone.”
“Can we reverse the tracker?” I ask.
“It will take some time, but if we’re careful, I do believe we can.” Simon grins even wider. “I’ll go get one of our men to secure the phone now.”
15
Jude
The roar of the bike between my legs gives me a thrill I haven’t felt since I was in Bucharest acquiring a few weapon contracts. The thrum of the engine, the roar of the mufflers, I can fully understand the joy Johnathan finds in riding a bike. I even find myself grinning.
I admit I probably look quite strange riding in my three-piece suit.
It matters not, though, because I’m fucking happy.
That nagging thought in the back of my head is gone, and we’re now actively going back at the fuckers who tried to harm me.
Proactive is better than reactive.
Pulling up past the guards in my driveway, I yank the helmet off my head and grin as I climb off the bike. Johnathan was right, my bike is a thing of beauty.
Calling the bike Serenity seems fitting.
Tucking my helmet under my arm, I hitch up my backpack and walk to the front door as it’s pulled open wide by my beautiful wife.
Eyes wide, Eden looks at me and then past me out the door.
The dull black of the bike takes on an almost ferocious look as it sits there in our driveway.
“What is that?” Eden asks me as she eyes the helmet under my arm and the backpack I swing off my shoulders.
“Where’s our son?” I ask her while putting the helmet and the backpack on the couch.
“Abel is napping.” Eden sighs as she shuts the door. “Where did that bike come from?”
“Some friends sent it as a gift.” I smile then stop to look at her.
She’s wearing a tight black tank top and a scandalously tight pair of leggings. By the gods, she looks like a perversion of the night I met her. Where I saw nothing but angelic beauty then, now I see a sinful delicacy.
Take her now, destroy what little resistance she has left, a voice whispers.
Eden must sense something because she starts to back away from me and moves towards the kitchen.
“Jude, just stop,” she growls at me, her beautiful eyes glimmering with danger.
I wonder if she’ll try to get to a knife.
“I’m sore and I need a fucking break.”
Smirking at her, I pull my suit coat off then quickly unfasten the buttons of my vest. Poor thing is probably right, the last few days have been rough on her body.
I got a peek at her tiny-dicked ex-husband. She certainly is not used to someone of my… girth.
“Not all things must hurt, little angel,” I say to her sympathetically.
“No,” she snaps at me and darts into the kitchen.
Fuck. My mouth waters as I watch her juicy ass swing back and forth as she runs.
My cock is instantly hard at the sight of her fleeing. The poor prey that she is never stood a fucking chance from the big, bad wolf.
Hmm, that’s a thought.
Maybe I should get her a red shawl...
I can be her big, bad wolf, howling as I chase her juicy ass and thighs around the house.
Moving faster than Eden, my long legs easily catch up to her. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I yank her back to my chest. Her lush ass slams into my crotch and I groan out in instant sexual agony.
I need to touch her. I need her touch so bad my body feels like it will collapse if she gets loose.
“Sorry, my angel,” I hum in her ear, “but I’ve gone too long without the feel of your body against my own.”
“It’s hardly been four hours!” Eden yelps as I sit her on top of the countertop.
“Again, far too long,” I say.
The voices that chant to me are sure that she should have been in my life since birth.
Because only then would I have felt as complete as I do now.
The heat of her skin crushed against my own is my salvation.
Eden pushes hard at my chest, but I keep a firm grip around her. She can fight it all she wants, but I know better than her what she needs.
Pressing my lips tight against hers for the briefest of moments, I don’t bother to push her towards the kiss I need so badly. She’ll do that when she’s dealt with whatever wall she’s erected in the short amount of time I’ve been gone from her.
Eden needs to remember that it is me and only me who can provide her with the true earth-shattering release she craves. She may fight me, but I’m her salvation from the crushing weight that hangs on her shoulders.