Edge Of Fear (Arrow's Edge MC Book 4) Freya Barker (8 ebook reader TXT) 📖

“Ugh.”

“Nightmare?”

She groans in response.

I reach over to flick on a light on the nightstand and check the clock. It’s after four in the morning.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I stroke a hand up and down her back, trying not to notice she’s not wearing panties underneath an old T-shirt of mine she’s using as a sleepshirt.

“Not really,” she mumbles against my chest.

It’s the second night we’re staying at the clubhouse. After the attack on Lea and Sophia’s abduction Thursday night, Ouray shut down the restaurant for a ‘family emergency.’ It’ll stay closed today, tomorrow being Monday it would’ve been closed anyway, and the plan is to reopen on Tuesday. Sophia is determined she’ll be back at work then.

If it were up to me she’d take more time, but yesterday she announced she wanted to get back to normal. That included heading back to her place and being at the restaurant on Tuesday when it opens. We compromised. She’s going in to see her own doctor on Monday and if he gives the all-clear, we’ll head back to her place tomorrow night and she opens the restaurant Tuesday morning.

We dropped in to see Lea yesterday, who is recovering well but has to stay in at Mercy until after the weekend. Something she was not that happy about. Sophia was a mess when she saw her, feeling guilty she’d been attacked but Lea waved it off. Told her it was the best compliment she’d received in years, being mistaken for the younger—and according to Lea, prettier—Sophia.

I’d kind of hoped, maybe after seeing Lea, Sophia would’ve been able to relax enough for a good night’s sleep. Instead, another nightmare.

“It may help, Fee.”

She lifts her head and rests her chin on her hands, a sly little smile on her face as she wiggles her pelvis against my fast-awakening cock.

“You know what would help?”

I grab a healthy handful of her bare ass cheek.

“What’s that, Fee?”

She drops her legs on either side of my hips and I can feel the heat of her pussy against my bare skin.

“Do I need to spell it out?”

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

She answers by leaning forward, licking at my lips with the tip of her tongue. With a hand I cup the back of her head to keep her still and open my mouth, sucking her tongue inside. Fuck, yeah. I shift my grasp on her ass and dip my fingers between her legs. Slick, warm, and ready for me.

Her moan is muffled when I play with her, rolling the pad of my finger over her clit before slipping one, and then two digits inside her tight pussy.

She tears her mouth from mine and pushes herself up, reaching between her legs to take my cock in a firm hold.

“Make me forget, Tse,” she whispers, as she brushes the crown along her wet crease.

She’s beautiful, her lips swollen and eyes heavy with lust. My gaze drops to her full tits and—ignoring the bite mark—slides down to her belly, which I swear already looks a bit more rounded.

She looks wholesome and ripe, and the need to claim her erases any lingering concerns as I grab on to her hips, plant my feet in the mattress, and power up inside her.

Her mouth falls open and she drops her head back, the long lines of her neck exposed. I grunt with the effort, lifting my shoulders off the bed so my mouth can close around a dark pink nipple. The moment I suck deeply, her hands clamp on to my head as she grinds down on my cock.

It’s uncontrolled—wet, hot, and wild—and we’re not exactly quiet about it either. When she comes she cries out, and with her body still pulsing around my cock, I follow not long after on a roar.

Still connected, she collapses on my chest, both our bodies slick with sweat as we catch our breath. She whimpers when my softening cock slips out of her.

“I should clean up,” she mutters, suddenly sleepy again.

I tighten my arms around her.

“Later. Close your eyes.”

I don’t have to wait long for her breathing to deepen as she succumbs to sleep.

Sleep eludes me but I hold her safely in my arms while she grabs a few more hours.

I use the time to plan for our future.

_______________

“We got the dealer. The suspect in the attack on Lea. Picked him up yesterday.”

“Where is he?” Kaga growls, instantly on his feet.

We’re crowded around the big table in Ouray’s office. Gomez, Luna, Ramirez, Sophia, and most of the brothers.

“Sit your ass down,” Ouray barks. “Last thing Lea needs is a fucking husband behind bars.”

Kaga turns on him.

“He. Cut. My. Wife.”

I feel him. Fuck, what I wouldn’t have given to kill that bastard, Manny, myself. Instead, I have to live with the knowledge he still haunts my woman in her dreams. For that alone I’d like to have seen him suffer. At least I have some comfort in knowing his brains are splattered all over that room where he kept her.

“Karma will get him eventually,” Ramirez promises. “It’s inevitable with lowlifes like him.”

Gomez just briefed us that the FBI was able to lay charges against nine members of the Amontinados, not counting Salinas. Some of the names are familiar, despite not being in the same line of business anymore, we’ve continued crossing paths with the club over the years. Mostly at rallies, like the one in Moab.

Most of the charges are drug related—the feds found a cache of illegal narcotics during the execution of a search warrant at their clubhouse—but there are also several charges for murder, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, kidnapping, and assault.

In short, the Amontinados have been decimated, with the bulk of the brotherhood facing lengthy prison terms.

Can’t say I’ll be mourning the loss.

Sophia

“Let me do something.”

Lisa looks up from the dough she’s kneading on the flour-dusted counter when I walk in.

Tse just left with Honon, for the FBI office, to pick up their bikes Gomez had arranged to be towed back to Durango.