Free Tip of the Spear: Devil Chasers (Lima Six Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas

intense that he could barely stand it, but so caught up in his lust that he was unable to stop his thrusts.
     
    Leo’s cry of completion was the shove she needed. She bit the linens of the bed, each breath a growl as she stifled the scream that threatened to escape her. As she strained in pleasure, she fought to ride out the release, unable to move, frozen in place by her position and the orgasms that caused every muscle to strain against the others.
     
    He collapsed against her, weak and out of breath. As she lay panting, he felt her relax beneath him. With a supreme effort he pulled himself from her, and flopped over into the bed. They were backwards, his feet resting on the pillows, but he didn’t care. Not at the moment.
     
    The moment he was still beside her, she crawled into his waiting arms. She didn’t know why, and unable to stop them, the tears began to flow as she began to sob quietly.
     
    “Are you okay?” he asked softly. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
     
    “No,” she gasped, the tears coming hard. “I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I don’t know why I’m crying. Please, just hold me.”
     
    He pulled her in closer, tucking her in tighter against him. He wrapped her in a tight embrace, caressing her back with one hand as he held her head with the other, using his free leg to set up a gentle rocking motion.
     
    “Shhh…” he murmured, holding her tight. “It’s going to be okay.”
     
    He held her, rocking her gently as she wept quietly, until the tears stopped, and she slid softly into sleep.
     

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    It was slow at He’s Not Here, and Leo was behind the bar cleaning the mirror when he saw the door open in the reflection. It was Matt, and as he entered, Leo pivoted and dropped his hand to his sidearm. Matt didn’t appear to be armed or agitated, but he was taking no chances.
     
    Matt spotted Leo behind the bar and approached. “Leo.”
     
    “Matt. What can I do for you?”
     
    Mat leaned on the bar as Jamie approached. “I’ve been thinking over what you said. It’s so hard to believe Ron would do this to the club. At least not without a vote.”
     
    “Yeah, I know. I had a hard time believing it myself. But it all fits. What I don’t know is why. Why the sudden change.”
     
    “Yeah. Me either,” Matt said.
     
    “What changed your mind? When you left last night I was sure you were going straight to Ron with this.”
     
    “To be honest, I was. But Exotic and I had a long talk. Actually, it was fight if you want to know the truth. Jesus, it was awful, with us screaming at each other. But… she was right. I was just being pig headed and didn’t want to listen.”
     
    Leo reached across the bar. “Welcome aboard.”
     
    “Who else is in on this? Or is it just you and me?” Matt asked as he shook Leo’s hand.
     
    “There are a couple of others as well, but I’m the only one that knows all the players, and I intended to keep it that way for a while. For everyone’s protection.”
     
    “Okay, that makes sense. But, Leo, let me make this perfectly clear. If I find out you are playing me, if you are trying to turn me against the club for your own purposes, I will gut you myself.”
     
    Leo smiled at him. “Let me buy you a drink. What’ll you have?”
     
    “Make it a Scotch and soda.”
     
    Jamie sets three glasses on the counter, and filled each with drink of choice, pouring a shot of Southern Comfort for herself and Jack Daniels Black for Leo. They three clink the glasses together and sip.
     
    “Don’t worry, Matt. I have been straight up with you on this. No games. You know what I know. I may be wrong in some of the minor details, but it had to be an inside job to take out the cleaning crew, and only Ron could have pulled that off. Tuck and Two-Tone, I’m not as sure about, but after the second hit, I have little doubt he was responsible for them as well.”
     
    “But how are you going to prove it? I have been unhappy