Beyond the Badge – Fletch (Blue Avengers MC #1) Read Online Jeanne St. James

Categories Genre: Biker, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blue Avengers MC Series by Jeanne St. James
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
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Licking his skin, she found it slightly salty due to the warm weather. She dragged her tongue up and down the center of his neck before sinking her teeth in gently. Not hard enough to leave a mark but deep enough to remind him of her warning that Kitten had sharp teeth and claws.

While slowly sliding her palm up and down his hard length, she kept one eye on the road to make sure he was keeping the bike between the lines. She wanted to orgasm, not end up in a damn ditch.

She was sure he’d agree with that.

When he twisted the throttle hard, the bike shot forward and the engine screamed as he sped through the streets of a sleepy Shadow Valley. When he finally turned into the pawn shop’s lot, she was a little worried when he didn’t even slow down.

Obviously, someone was in a rush.

She slammed into his back when he stopped suddenly in the spot next to the Durango.

He quickly shut off the bike and ripped the bandana down. “Get off.”

Well, that was the plan.

With one last teasing nip to the back of his neck, she threw her leg over the seat and before she even had both feet planted on the pavement, he was off the bike, too, latching onto her arm and hauling her up the steps.

Of course, his enthusiasm was ramping up her anticipation.

“Hurry,” she breathed as he jabbed the key at the deadbolt. It took him three times and a whole bunch of grumbling before he was successful. She hoped he had better aim when it came to jabbing his cock into her.

As soon as he shoved open the door, he fisted her cut and practically flung her inside, before slamming the door shut and pinning her against it.

“For fuck’s sake, Nova,” came out of him a split second before he took her mouth. Jesus. He wasn’t just kissing her, he was practically eating her face like a starved man.

Their tongues twisted together, a struggle over who was in control. One second it was her until he yanked it back from her just as quickly.

A game of tug of war. That was what it reminded her of, only the adult version.

Slipping a hand under her cut, he squeezed her breast so hard she gasped, then captured his lower lip in her teeth, clamping down hard enough for him to actually chuckle.

A weird reaction but she’d go with it.

While he twisted her nipple through her shirt, she groaned into his mouth when his lips claimed hers once more.

Then, suddenly, his hand was gone, but only for a split second before he clamped his hands on her ass to haul her up and against him. She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, clinging to him while rubbing her pussy against his denim-covered cock.

Without breaking their kiss, he turned and carried her through the living room area and down the hallway, not stopping until he kicked his partially open bedroom door wide enough for them both to fit through.

He didn’t stop until he got to the bed where he let her slide down his body until she was once again standing on her own two feet.

“Naked. Now.”

That sounded like an order and not a suggestion but she’d let it slide this time because she was in total agreement and it wouldn’t be to her benefit to argue.

They stepped apart, both of them panting and watching each other slip off their cuts and their shirts. She left on her bra as they both sat on the edge of the bed, unlacing their boots and tugging off their socks. They mirrored each other’s actions when they once again stood and faced each other, unbuckling their belts, unfastening and shoving their jeans to the floor.

Now they both stood in their underwear, staring at each other.

“Take them off.” Another order, this time with his voice rough and raw.

A fire burned in his eyes as he stroked himself over his cotton boxer briefs, watching her slowly unfasten her bra and letting it drop to the floor.

Then she did something he didn’t expect. She turned around and made a show of pulling down her panties. She did not let them drop to her feet, instead she wiggled them slowly over her ass checks, then her thighs and once she hit her knees she bent over, giving him a clear view of her bare ass and pussy. Once her panties were around her ankles, she straightened and stepped out of them.

“Fuck, Nova,” he groaned.

“Yes. Fuck Nova,” she repeated in a murmur. “I hope that was your plan.”

“You have any doubt? I told you I wanted this. You were the one who resisted.”

“Because I wasn’t sure it would be smart.”

“And now you are?”

“I still think it’ll complicate things. But, Fletch…” She closed the gap between them.


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