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

bypass boxers earlier.
    “You want them off, then kiss me,” she says, earning a small smile from me.
    Drunk, mouthy, aggressive, and barely wearing any clothes, she looks like a fucking wet dream on my bed. She’s finally making this fun. I’ve always enjoyed a little feistiness. She was starting to be annoying with all her compliance.
    “I’m not breaking my rules. I’ll fuck you, and we both know you won’t try to stop me. But it’s cute that you’re showing some backbone.”
    She scowls at me without restraint this time, and I bite back a grin. I might just keep her drunk all the time. It’s actually pretty damn entertaining.
    “I’ll be back. When I get back, be naked,” I say on my way to the bathroom.
    After I finish brushing my teeth and taking a piss, I walk in to find her naked. But she’s also curled up in a ball and sleeping. Well, passed out is more accurate.
    If it wasn’t so damn cute, I’d probably be pissed. She’s had a long day, so I’ll let it slide.
    I look at the couch and the bedding folded on top. She never did make her bed.
    I guess I’ll have to do it, but I need to see what I can figure out about the damn FBI agents on my ass right now.
    After grabbing my laptop and the security code I’m not supposed to have, I settle in beside her and pull up the FBI database. Eve turns and puts her arm around my waist as she snuggles against me, subconsciously getting closer to me as though she’s seeking security.
    She looks so fragile and scared. Right now, she’s holding onto me as though I make her feel safe. That’s just fucked up. I’m the worst person for her to feel safe around.
    Without thinking, I run my fingers through her hair, and she snuggles in even closer. After moving the laptop to the table, I lie down, and pull her into my arms for reasons unbeknownst to me. Maybe I feel sorry for her.
    It’s like I almost feel compelled to comfort her in her sleep. Fucking with my head. That’s what this is doing.
     

Chapter 14
     
    EVE
     
    Waking up in Drex’s arms is surprising, considering I thought I was supposed to sleep on the couch. What’s more surprising is the way he’s holding me to him, and the way I’m spiraled around him.
    Ah hell. I tried kissing him last night, and I’m fairly sure I begged him to kiss me. I just keep thinking I can somehow work this out in my mind if I can convince myself that it’s sort of like a relationship. Albeit an unhealthy, psychotic, somewhat morbid relationship, but a relationship nonetheless.
    His eyes open sleepily, and he blinks several times as he takes in our intimate embrace. Kissing isn’t his thing—his words from last night. I don’t get it.
    “Hi,” I say with my just-awake rasp, not bothering to attempt to let him go.
    “You’re still in my bed,” he mumbles, rubbing his face with one hand while keeping the other very firmly attached to me, holding me to him.
    “Sorry. I… got… drunk?” I say, but for some reason it sounds like a question.
    “And passed out after you got naked,” he says with an amused grin now forming.
    All he has on are his thin boxers that he must have put on after I passed out. He takes my hand to slide it over the material, letting me feel his morning arousal.
    “Some things were left unfinished,” he says suggestively. I bite down on my lip while sliding my hand down the front of his boxers. His eyes close as he groans, and I run my hand down the hard length of his cock.
    Through the numerous tattoos, I see several scars that I didn’t notice yesterday.
    “What’s this?” I ask, leaning down as my hand comes out of his boxers to point at a scar on his side.
    When his eyes pop open, he grabs my hand and puts it back where it was, and I resume my forgotten task. He feels good in my hand—hot, silky, yet so firm.
    “Knives, guns, and broken bottles. All of them. Don’t stop until I say so,” he says in a quick breath, his eyes closing again as his head drops back down to the