Free Hot Mess (An Iron Tornadoes MC Romance Book 5) by Olivia Rigal

want to stop. She sure the hell doesn't. Even as she's driven over into a thrashing, screaming orgasm, her hips rise against me.
    This isn't exactly what I had in mind when she said she wanted me to "make love to her" to say the least. We started gentle enough, but fell into the same groove quickly. Now, there's nothing I want more than to keep that beautiful body beneath me, to watch her hands pulling against mine, to see that hunger in her eyes.
    Her climax ebbs as she stares up at me, an almost wicked grin pulling at the corners of her lips. "That was incredible. I ... I never had it like this." She closes her eyes gathering her courage to say more. "I will stay with you if you want me to."
    "What do you mean?" I have to make her spell it out.
    She opens her eyes again and says, "For as long as you want me, I am yours."
    Mine.
    At the thought, I feel the cascade swell and build inside, and I dive down to kiss her as I let myself go. Every muscle in my body draws up tightly, hardly able to keep pumping into her as the ecstasy washes over me. When she tightens around me, I'm pulled quickly into another hard wave of body-wracking orgasm, the kisses and bites at her lips and shoulder becoming more fervent.
    The heavy fog clears from my mind as I roll to the side, panting just as hard as her. The moment I pick my arm up to wipe the sweat from my brow, she tucks up against me tightly, peppering my chest with almost adoring kisses. I let my arm drop behind her and squeeze her softly to me. I trail my fingertips over her back, and before I know it, she's out like a light. I feel it coming for me too, and there's no way to fight something that strong.

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17
    T he drop location is now totally secured. Some of our guys have been studying the place ever since Eduardo gave the address to Kristal this morning.
    It's a nondescript home in a residential part of town. Two to three bedrooms houses with above ground pools in the backyards. Not the easiest place to case, not the hardest either.
    So far, we haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. A few kids are out, racing on their bicycles around the community. Their mothers are likely preparing dinner and glancing out their windows every so often. It's a quiet neighborhood that practices a form of collective supervision.
    Yeah, it takes a village.
    The kids have almost all gone back home when Kristal’s mini car reaches the designated house. She's a bit early on schedule, but that's not anything that should make her contact suspicious. After all, she's supposed to be a bit anxious. Early's not bad.
    Kristal parks her car in front of the house and looks around her. Is she trying to see if she can spot her protection? There's an electrician’s van right across from her and unmarked patrol cars ready to block all nearby intersections if needed. Hopefully she can't see any of us. If she could, the contact would never come.
    I'm two houses away, hidden in a duplex undergoing major renovation. Turned out the foreman is someone Captain Stevens knows and he's agreed to let his crew finish early and let us in.
    Stevens is not a happy camper today. He's given me an earful about keeping Kristal tucked away without telling him about her. The storm of his anger has blown over and we now sit in silence on a rolled up carpet looking out the window at Kristal's car.
    Her instructions are to wait until five and then give the large envelope that supposedly never left her car to the person who will come and claim it.
    Five minutes drag on and I'm feeling edgy. Captain Stevens gives me a warning glance and I stop fidgeting. I usually don’t mind the waits. I actually enjoy them since I'm comfortable with long silences. It's a good time to think about the pending cases and reflect without any interruptions.
    But not today.
    Today, I can't stand it.
    Despite the fact that I've done everything I could think of to protect Kristal, I'm feeling uneasy.
    My initial idea was to hide one of the smallest of