Free Property of Drex (Book 1) (Death Chasers MC Series) by C.M. Owens

Drex says, sliding his hand down to possessively rest on my ass.
    My white shirt is almost see-through, and one side hangs off my shoulder. He seems very interested in that shoulder, considering his lips have moved to there. His teeth nip the flesh, and I bite back a moan as I arch closer.
    “Here,” Sarah says cheerily, handing me a glass of something that looks like orange juice, and I snap out of my moment.
    “Screwdriver,” she says, grinning when she sees me eyeing it skeptically.
    I smile appreciatively and thank her, and she goes back to the couch to join the GQ model with a viper creeping up his neck. Well, a viper tattoo.
    “Drink all you want,” Drex says against my neck.
    Then he leans back up and turns his attention to the TV before dropping to the chair and pulling me with him. If all of this has happened in one day, I dread seeing what it’s going to be like in a week.
     

Chapter 13
     
    DREX
     
    “You’re drunk,” I say to the girl curled up on my lap. She’s smiling happily as though this day hasn’t happened.
    She nods lazily, wrapping both her arms around my neck before kissing it. My breath hitches, and she runs her tongue across my skin, forcing my body to tense. Why is she doing this?
    “You need a minute, Drex?” Sledge asks, amused as he and Liza watch us.
    I think I was speaking to them, but I can’t remember what the hell I was saying when Eve’s moans vibrate against my neck.
    Liza doesn’t trust the girl in my lap. At all. Her devout loyalty to the club makes her question the intentions of everyone.
    “Nah, we’re good. She’s just drunk,” I say casually, ignoring the fact my cock is punching my zipper, intent on getting at the sexy ass in my lap.
    Colleen rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath about prostitution and lightweight drinker. Eve really can’t hold liquor. Two screwdrivers and her eyes were glossy. After three, she looks ready to pass out.
    But I wanted her drunk. You learn a lot about someone when you rip the filter off.
    What I wasn’t expecting… “Shit,” I murmur under my breath when she suddenly straddles me and starts kissing my neck harder, raking her teeth over the skin before sucking it.
    I love her lips—so full, soft, and too damn inviting. I pull her closer, letting her lick her way down to my chest. The second Mack eyes her ass, my hands go to it, covering it possessively.
    These damn shorts might be a little too short.
    Shit. Why the hell do I care if he looks?
    Her lips travel back up and she grinds herself against me. I can’t fight back my groan as I pull her closer. She feels so damn good.
    “Gross,” Colleen growls while standing. “I’m going home before Drex fucks his whore in front of us.”
    “Watch the way you speak to him,” Liza warns, glaring at Colleen like she’s about to claw her eyes out.
    I just laugh.
    “She’s mine, but she’s no whore,” I say fondly, reveling in how Colleen’s temper flares to match her red hair.
    Eve rewards me by only pressing closer, and Colleen leaves without a backward glance.
    Deciding I should go enjoy my drunk toy, I stand, keeping her in my arms as her legs grip against my waist.
    “Night, boys.”
    They all chuckle as I make my way out, and I allow Eve to devour every inch of my neck, ear, and jaw along the way. But when her lips reach mine, I pull back, forcing her drunken attempt to miss and hit my cheek.
    “No kissing, baby,” I murmur, smiling at the scowl she tries to restrain.
    “Why?” she asks when I reach my room.
    “Not my thing. Plus, kissing only leads to what we’re already planning to do. So it’s a little pointless,” I say, grinning when she leans in and tries to kiss me anyhow.
    I drop her to the bed, and a loud breath leaves her lips. She watches as I pull my shirt off, and her bottom lip slips between her teeth.
    “Get your clothes off,” I order. My fucking cock is pounding against my zipper right now, making me regret the decision to