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

She hovers over the tip and moans as soon as our sensitive skin touches each other. Mouse makes slow circles as she moves downward on me, taking all of me into her. This is the best kind of torture, and if she’s the one doing it, I want to be tormented for the rest of my days.

Not able to go slow anymore, my hands snake around her body, and I clutch her plump ass cheeks into my hands and pull out, slamming back into her. Her lips land on mine with force, and she moans into my mouth. Her nails rake down my back, and she pushes her body against mine harder, needing more. Neither of us can get enough of the other as if we never had the other before. With every touch I give, I crave another of hers as if the fire I carry for her cannot be extinguished.

Our speed increases, and we’re both breathless. “Fuck,” I pant and come in her as she moans and unravels around me.

8

Quinn

“I have to go to the shop, fucking Greg can’t do shit by himself,” Cobra complains, rolling over as the alarm blares from his phone. I sit up to get ready to leave at the same time he does.

“Stay, Quinn,” Cobra requests, his eyes soft and heartfelt. “I won’t be a minute longer than I have to be as long as that fucker—”

“I’ll stay,” I interrupt him with a small smirk. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Some asshole keep you up?”

“Yeah, some asshole.” I laugh as he kisses my forehead and then cracks his neck, climbing from the bed. I didn’t think we would ever reach this place between us again. I have always felt safe with him. Even when we were not on speaking terms, I knew he wouldn’t let anything come my way I couldn’t manage. Now is different, though. I can say without any doubt that I trust him again.

He disappears for around fifteen minutes and is back in the room with me. The smell of leather and his fresh body wash swirls around in the air, and I take a deep breath inward, living in this moment, not sure how long it will last. “I’ll be back soon.” He gives me a quick peck on the cheek and is out the door as quickly as he entered.

A sudden pounding noise breaks through the quietness, and my eyelids bat. I must have fallen asleep. My eyes scan around the room, trying to focus on something. I turn my head to the side, but the sound is gone. Am I hearing things, or maybe I wasn’t fully awake? I question myself as my attention darts around the room, and I quickly get to my feet.

Again, it happens. Someone is at the door. No one knows I’m here except Cobra. He is the world’s worst about forgetting things. I wonder what he didn’t take with him to work. Probably something incredibly minuscule to the rest of us, but important enough to him for him to leave work to get it, and he wonders why Greg acts the way he does. An authentic smile overtakes my face, and I shake my head, walking to let him into the house. He must have left his door key here, too.

As soon as I open the door, I immediately regret doing so. “Fuck you!” I scream, whirling around as fast as I can and run in the opposite direction.

Two people dressed in black, one large, who I assume is a man and a smaller one, a woman, are here. Their faces are hidden behind ski masks. I look over my shoulder as I reach for the knob of the back door. The man cocks a rifle, and the woman swings a baseball bat at my head. As quick as I can, I duck, and her bat smashes against my hand on the knob. Horrific pain shoots up my right arm, and I cup it with my left, screaming out in pain. At the very least, a few of my fingers are broken. There’s no questioning that fact. I need to act fast now. Cracked bones are the least of my worries. Whoever these people are, they are making it clear they aren’t here to hang out. The reason they are here clearly isn’t a friendly one.

I stand strong and react quickly. Maybe they are thieves, and I caught them by surprise by being here. “Let me go get my purse, and I’ll give you my money,” I reason with them, lying straight through every one of my damn teeth. I haven’t carried a purse for years, but they don’t know that. If I can get back to Cobra’s room, I can get a weapon. There’s one huge advantage about being at his house versus my own, this place is packed to the brim with things to kill a person.

The man gruffly laughs as his head jerks backward. “We don’t want your fucking money.” He jabs the end of the rifle between my tits with force and knocks me back two or three paces.

“Then what do you want?” I square my shoulders and try to act as if he didn’t hurt my breastbone and my hand isn’t throbbing.

“To hurt Cobra.”

“He isn’t here,” I quickly spit out.

“We know,” the woman finally speaks, confirming my observation of her being female. “You are the one thing that will make that sorry son of a bitch feel as much pain as I do.” She swings the bat for a second time. The aluminum smashes against my naked calf, and I cuss myself for not changing out of Cobra’s shirt and into actual clothing. I fall to my knees, and I can’t swallow. Unable to hide how much that blow hurt, I release my hand and grab my calf where she hit me.

“You’re right,” I sneer, “His mother was a