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

pillow.
    Apparently he doesn’t feel like discussing his numerous hidden scars right now.
    All of the sudden, I’m on my back, and he’s on top of me, nudging my legs apart with his knee.
    “Please be wet,” he murmurs against my neck, sliding his lips lower as his finger moves between my legs.
    A breath hisses between his teeth when I whimper as he pushes a finger inside me. There’s no doubt I woke up ready. It’s like my body is staying prepared at all times around him.
    His lips latch onto a nipple, and he spreads the wetness around, as though he’s making sure I’m fully prepared for him. His breath is hot, but when he pulls back to blow on my nipple, the chill of it has my back arching.
    I really love his mouth.
    But that’s all the foreplay I get, because Drex isn’t a patient guy.
    In less than a few seconds, he’s managed to jerk his boxers down and he’s inside me, stretching me and filling me to a depth only he has explored. My moan almost embarrasses me, and his smug grin forms in response.
    He pushes harder and faster, pinning my hands against the mattress as he watches himself enter and exit my body. His jaw goes slack, and my core tightens just from watching him get so turned on.
    However, the loud pounding on the door makes it feel as though a bucket of ice water is thrown on us.
    Drex stills inside, muttering curses, but he doesn’t pull out.
    “What?” he barks, glaring at the door.
    “Sorry, man, but Mark Harrison is here.”
    Drex tilts his head, and then he glances at the clock. His eyes widen as though he’s shocked, and then he scowls down at me like I’ve done something wrong.
    “Shit. I’ll be down in just a minute,” he says, pushing into me again.
    His thrusts pick up a punishing rhythm, but he stops abruptly, and curses while pulling out, looking painfully erect.
    “I fucking overslept. I never oversleep,” he grumbles, sounding accusatory in tone.
    I’m not sure if I’m supposed to apologize or not, and I’m almost embarrassed by the fact that I want to ask him to continue before he leaves, because now there’s an ache between my thighs that is hurting too much to ignore.
    “You’d better be ready for me when I get back. And I’m not kidding. Don’t finish that without me.”
    A twinge of excitement fills me, and he bends and kisses my stomach, running his tongue down to my clit before licking me. My breath leaves when he does it again, teasing me with pleasure I wasn’t expecting, and like the traitors they are, my hands go to his hair and pull him closer while my legs spread wider in invitation.
    He tugs my clit into his mouth, growling as he sucks it harder. But he pulls back just as suddenly, muttering a few more curses, and he lets his eyes rake over me several times. “It’s after seven. I never sleep past four unless we’ve had a rough night. I’ve got to get down there, but this will be continued.”
    I’m so screwed up in the head. I really don’t want him to leave right now without finishing what we started.
    Then his words register.
    After seven? It’s after seven in the evening? I know we stayed up well past dawn… but still.
    “Sorry,” I say, feeling completely teased.
    He smirks while grabbing a shirt and pulling it over his head, and then he rolls his eyes.
    “You slept in my bed, and now I have to go into a very important deal with a fucking hard-on; a meeting that I’m already running late for. Your ass is on the couch from now on.”
    When I smile, he rolls his eyes again. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this quite so much,” he scolds, but his amusement is there.
    That’s sobering, because it’s very true. I’m sick for enjoying this. But the alternative is being miserable and then being sent back to Benny where I’ll never survive.
    He’s gone in the next second, still buttoning and cursing his jeans on the way out. Why did he keep me in the bed with him?
     

Chapter 15
     
    DREX
     
    “Last test,” Harrison says