Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

line with the bureau. They can have your badge for this.” Spark spoke up this time. I had thought about that over and over again they were so right there was nothing about what we were going to do that was even a little bit legal. There would be bloodshed, killing, and fighting but it was the right thing to do. If there was no way for me to go the legal route than I would just go the right route. I would make sure that we stopped this maniac from terrorizing this woman and any other woman that they may think to put their hands on.

“Yeah, I know what I’m doing. If this is the last thing I do as an FBI agent then so be it. It’s time for me to retire anyway.” I get up from the stool and make my way out of the clubhouse. If I’m going to be stuck inside with them for the foreseeable future than there are a few things that I need to get.

I stayed in my small cabin for a few minutes making sure there was nothing there that could be used against me. Nothing that showed my brothers identity or Bishop’s. I didn’t know exactly where he was so I didn’t think I would need to worry about that. I pulled out all my important paperwork and put it into a small folder so I could bring it to the main clubhouse. If there were a fire or some shit, I would make sure that I at least had that. I picked up the Glock that I had in the side table, then the small six shooter that I had stashed behind the headboard. A creak in the floorboard behind me had me swinging my hand around, the gun loaded and ready to fire.

“What the hell?!” I moved the gun away as my eyes caught sight of Dela. “What are you doing here, and why the hell are you trying to sneak up on me?”

“Did you mean what you said in the other house?”

“What do you mean? Which part?”

“The part about you leaving the FBI to protect me?”

“Yeah, what about it?” I put the small bag that I had down on the chair along with the gun on the nightstand.

“What have I done to deserve that?” She puts her head up and stares at me.

“What do you mean what have you done?”

“I mean, who am I to you that you would give all this up? Who am I that you would risk your family for me? I’m nothing to you. I’m nothing to anyone.”

Before I could stop myself, I feel myself taking two giant steps in her direction and pushing her head up so that she can look at me. “Delaney, you are everything. You’re strong, you’re beautiful, you’re a survivor. Mysterious. Sexy. Captivating.” I lean forward softly breathing her in but not touching more than my hands to her face. “It’s no wonder that Emerson wanted to keep you. There is no one else like you.”

She smiles slightly. “God, you always know the right things to say.”

“It’s because they are all true. You deserve to have someone fight for you. I made the choice for it to be me.” I try to lean away. “You with me? Are you going to fight with me to make sure that my family stays safe? You going to fight with me to make sure that you stay safe?”

“Yes,” she whispers as she leans up on her tiptoes.

‘Yes?” I lean back slightly so she has to lean up more.

“Yes, I’ll fight. I’ll fight with you.”

I believe her, for the first time since she told me that she would kill herself than let him take her back I believe that instead of going that route she will fight to get free again. She is fully into this with me now. The weight that is lifted off my shoulders is immense. “Thank fuck.” I pull her up so that I can finally taste her sweet lips. She moans into my mouth and the soft kisses that I was planning on giving her are no longer on my mind. Now I’m thinking about how fast I can get her clothes off and dive deep into her.

“Take me now. Wyatt, I need you.” She pulls at my clothing. The jean kutte that all of the Boys of Djinn wear is the first piece of clothing to come off and fall to the bed. I pull my sweater and thermal shirt off just as fast. I reach under her t-shirt and lift it off. I’m happy to see that at least some of the clothing that we bought could be salvaged from the wreck. She is in a white lingerie set. The cups of the bra are pretty much see-through and sit very low. All I want is to pop her tits over the cloth holding them in and suck on those tight, bright pink nipples.

“Fuck, you are going to be the end of me.”

“I feel the same about you. I don’t know why. Why is it like this?” she mewls and pulls at the belt attached to my jeans. I try to push her backwards but instead of falling back down on the bed she tugs my pants down and all while keeping eye contact with me falls to her knees and plops the head of my hard cock in her mouth.

“Shit!” I groan out as she uses the tip of her tongue to lick up the underside of my dick, making sure to pay a lot of attention to that sensitive area right near the head. She takes as much of me in her small mouth as she can, trails of saliva coming out the sides of her mouth as she bobs her head up and down on my shaft. My muscles clench at the intense feeling rolling through my body, if she doesn’t stop soon, I know that I’m going to blow