Free Storm: (Blood Legion MC) (Bad Boys of X-Ops Book 3) by Rie Warren

by the way.” I opened the rustling bag and lifted out a beignet.
    Taking a big bite, I swiped the sugared powder from my lips.
    “Were you naked?” She locked target with my mouth.
    “Yup. As a jaybird.” I took another large bite, savoring the fresh deep-fried dough.
    “That is a serious breach of protocol.”
    “Gotta say, I’m lovin’ the new protocol. The one where you’re my sexy MC babe. And I hold all the cards. And the beignets.”
    She kicked out at me, intent on doing serious harm. I grabbed her ankle as she made a rush for the bag in my hand.
    Hauling her around until she was seated against my chest, in my very awake lap, I held the white paper bag out of reach. “Now, now. No breakfast for unfriendlies.”
    “Storm.” She looked back, arching an eyebrow.
    I hooked mine up in response.
    “Yes, ma’am?” Sipping my coffee with nothing short of satisfaction, I wrapped an arm around her belly.
    “Please?”
    Nice.
    Wanted to hear her say that when pleading for my cock.
    I handed over the bag, and Blaize went to town after she gulped her first drink of steaming coffee.
    “Oh my God.” She spoke through a mouthful of fried pastry heaven.
    “Right? Best beignets in Nawleans.”
    “Oh my God!”
    I settled more comfortably on the bed, drawing Blaize with me.
    She wanted to talk strategy.
    I wanted to watch her devour the beignets. When she rambled on too long in between mouthfuls, I slid my finger to her lips, quieting her.
    I cruised my mouth along the sensitive outer shell of her ear where a big silver skull earring winked, replacing her usual huge diamond stud. “Blaize, dahlin’ , for just one minute, shut up and let yourself feel good.”
    “I’m in charge.”
    “Not this time. Eat. Drink. Be merry.”
    “Shakespeare?”
    “No fuckin’ clue.”
    Her hand whispered up my forearm. She teased the hairs, traced my skin. She lifted her head but dropped her eyes until her eyelashes brushed her cheeks.
    “You don’t understand. I do this job. Nothing else.”
    Cupping her chin, I kissed her quickly, before she could escape. “Consider this a vacation.”
    “With Venom on the books? And our lives at risk. T-Zone hanging in the wind?”
    “You multitask too much, woman. How about I give you just one job for today?”
    “You wouldn’t dare.” Spinning around on her knees, Blaize drove her fists against my shoulders.
    I laughed, crumpling my empty cardboard cup in my fist. “’Course I would.”
    With Blaize ready to launch a full body attack, I quickly maneuvered off the bed, leaving her strangling thin air.
    Pivoting on her knees in the center of my bed— no complaints there —she got that determined look in her summer-sky eyes.
    “Yeah I definitely would. You’re looking at the veep.” I hit the door, yanking it open. “Why don’t you clean up this room?”
    “ You’re dead to me, Storm !”
    I chuckled all the way downstairs.

Chapter Ten
    The Cat House
     
     
     
    MIDDAY, WHEN THE REST of the MC went rise and shine, I two-stepped it upstairs, figuring I’d given Blaize about enough time to cool her heels.
    Or clean the room.
    Or booby-trap it so I got my head shot off as soon as I opened the door.
    Surprise, surprise. A steady stream of women came and went from the bedroom on the first landing, wielding cleaning supplies.
    I stood outside, fuckin’ stupefied.
    When a new cat moved into the house usually the claws came out. Not the cleaning brigade.
    Nikki was there. Venom’s missus, too.
    Sharon dropped her bucket and bracketed my face in her two hands. “Honeychile. You look good.”
    “You mean I look alive.” I pulled her into a hug.
    “You know he’s not gonna take it easy on you.”
    I shrugged. “He take it easy on you?”
    “Protects me.”
    Sharon had aged. But she’d put on weight because she wasn’t as drugged up as she’d been two years ago. Her skin was pink and healthy, her brown eyes sparkly. The wear and tear around the edges was all due to Venom,