Free Insurmountable (Serpentine #1) by Skye Callahan Page B

first until endorphins clouded my mind. I could feel his eyes on my small breasts as they jiggled from the motions, so I arched my back, pushing them into his face. He took my hands, twisting them behind my back and holding them in one palm while his other hand moved between us, pressing against my clit until I cried out in ecstasy and slammed into him.
    I rocked my hips harder. I wanted him deeper. Faster. He growled against my neck, and I felt my core begin to shake.
    “Come with me,” he hissed, and I let the growing tension in my core erupt into an internal firework show. My eyes were closed, shutting out the club, but I had my own lights show.
    I caught a glimpse of half the table when Miles drew me against his shoulder. All eyes seemed to have been on us, rather than the scene Ross had organized, and I didn’t give a damn.
    * * *
    After Miles and I had showered, we curled up on the couch together, and he turned on some crazy police movie that did everything except calm my mind so I could sleep. I closed my eyes anyway, too exhausted to even try and make sense of the plot.
    “I need stuff to make cookies,” I said.
    “Cookies? What kind?”
    “Chocolate, for the other girls,” I mumbled. “Chocolate makes everything better.”
    “So, you’re going to bribe them,” he chuckled, kissing the top of my head.
    “Not a bribe. A peace offering.”

Bent to Fly
Miles
    Alley skipped out of the bathroom and straddled my lap on the couch.
    “I have eyebrows again,” she said, wiggling them.
    It had been two weeks since I’d sent her down to do laundry and she’d returned with her hair butchered and her eyebrows waxed off. I’d refused to let her go back the following week. She’d argued it, but I had been out of the building almost all week scouting a possible new recruit for the security team, and I wanted her to myself that day.
    Or so it made a damn good argument.
    “Really?” I brushed back her hair. “You call those eyebrows?”
    She frowned and rolled her eyes. “You’re an ass.”
    “That’s my job.” I grabbed the back of her hair—still too short to really get a good fistful—and pulled her against me, until her lips waited millimeters from mine. Parted and ready. I could feel her breath on my skin and smell the sweet musk of her body wash. “Your job is to be beautiful and obedient.”
    “Wrong girl,” she whispered, and I flipped her to the couch, pouncing on top of her as she landed.
    I pinned her hands above her head and kissed the top of her exposed chest while she squirmed beneath me. She was learning to push my buttons, just as I’d set out to find all of hers.
    I didn’t make a habit of letting the girls get away with that shit, except for Alley. I wasn’t about to drag her back down to that place where she didn’t speak and nearly killed herself. I’d much rather have a mouthy, sometimes bratty, slave who kept me entertained. Pushing each other was a therapy we both needed.
    She was a first for me in so many ways. A completely new experience in a world where those were few and far between.
    I pushed my hand up her shirt, and she arched into my touch.
    “Want to help me bake cookies?” she asked with a smirk.
    “I bought you the stuff, isn’t that enough?” The alarm beeped on my phone to remind me of the appointment I had in town. “Besides. I have to go.”
    I smacked her hip, then shoved up her shirt and kissed her stomach. “I intend to be back before you leave so I can keep an eye on things.”
    “Fine.” She sighed. “Hope your meeting goes well, Master.”
    “Just stay out of trouble, and remember that burned cookies probably won’t earn you many friends.”
    * * *
    I took a seat in the back corner of a local coffee shop, taking a sip of the drink I’d bought solely to divert attention. At promptly ten o’clock the man I’d come to meet, Kirk, walked in the door. He glanced around the room, spotted me, then walked casually over to join me.
    I’d been