Tracker (Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #3) Read Online Lilly Atlas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter Series by Lilly Atlas
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
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“What?”

“How many times do you want to come?”

She tilted her head and pursed her shine-free lips. God, they’d look amazing wrapped around his cock. Pink and swollen and stretched. He couldn’t help it. He groaned, earning a curious stare from her.

“Twice.”

“Just twice?” Tracker laughed. “Amateur hour.” He slid off the stool and bent down until his lips hovered a millimeter from her ear. “There’s an apartment above my shop. Walk with me, and I promise you’ll come at least three times before the night ends.”

When he straightened, she peered up at him from beneath dark lashes. “Three, huh? Big talk, there, cowboy. You sure you can deliver?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I said at least three.”

She reached in her back pocket, pulled out two bills, and tossed them on the counter. “You make good on that promise, and you won’t have to pay me back for the beer.” Then she hopped off her stool and started for the door, giving him and every man in the room a stupendous view of that world-class ass as it bounced and twitched.

Tracker laughed.

Damn, this woman was feisty as fuck.

The next few hours would be fun as hell.

Even though she was a cop.

As he followed her outside into the steamy Florida night, she turned to look up at him. “My name’s Jolene,” she said. “But I go by Jo. Call me Jolene, and I’ll cuff you to the fucking bed.”

He snickered. “Might wanna come up with an actual threat next time.” His dick did a happy dance at the thought of being cuffed and at this strong woman’s mercy. Tracker could be dominant as fuck, but he liked to mix shit up and was willing to give anything bedroom-related a try at least once. Letting the officer have her wicked way with him sounded damn appealing.

She snorted. “Trust me. I’d make it painful.”

He groaned. “Keep talking dirty to me, babe.”

Jo stopped walking and laughed. “You’re crazy.”

“Now you’re catching on,” he said with a wink. “C’mon.” He slung an arm around her shoulders. “Time’s a-wasting, and I have a hefty number of orgasms to deliver.”

“Right,” she answered, disbelief heavy in her voice.

She had no idea, but she’d find out soon enough. And once he had her craving his dick, she would be more than willing to trade for some PD info.

He got to fuck her, screw over the police department, and help his club.

What could be better?

CHAPTER TWO

TWO AND A half hours later, Jo dangled on the precipice of her fourth orgasm.

She kneeled on Tracker’s bed with her palms braced on the wall since he didn’t have a headboard. Fin was wrapped around her from behind with his cock buried to the hilt. One of his hands played with her clit while the other tortured a nipple, and his lips wreaked havoc on her sensitive neck. Somehow, he managed to coordinate powerful thrusts she felt through her entire body.

Never had she had a lover quite as skilled as Fin, and she’d slept with some damn talented, sexy men. Guys with a rougher edge, who sneered at uppity pageant girls and had no interest in meeting her family or care if she crossed her legs or spoke only when spoken to, did it for her every time. They didn’t expect a demure, sweet, polite woman. In fact, they preferred her to cuss a blue streak and praised her the dirtier she got. Opposite of the way everyone else in her life treated her.

Probably something a psychologist would have a field day with, but she’d take the therapeutic release of an orgasm over a sob fest in a shrink’s office any day.

“Come on,” he said, pinching her nipple until she moaned at the pleasurable pain. “I know you got another one in there, officer. Give it to me.”

“I can’t.” She fought a war between fucked-out exhaustion and the need to come again. She’d never come four times in one night, let alone a few short hours. Hell, three had been her max, and that included a five-hour nap and a snack between rounds.

“No?” He spoke against her ear, making her shiver in delight. “So you want me to stop?” He ceased thrusting, released her nipple, and stopped strumming her clit.

“No!” she shouted as the loss of sensation hit her so hard it was nearly painful. “Don’t you dare stop. I can do another.”

“Hmm, another what?” he asked as he brushed his thumb over her nipple in the lightest, most torturesome graze.

The sadist. “Another goddamn orgasm.”

“How many will this be?” he asked with a bit of humor in his voice. How he had enough functioning brain cells to fuck with her, she’d never know, but damn him, she needed his hands back on her and his cock moving.

“Four,” she ground out.

“Huh, way more than the two I promised.”

Cocky bastard. But the man delivered, that was for damn sure, so she let it slide.


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