Beneath His Ink (Highway Reapers Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Sophia Hampton Page A

cry.
     
    “Don’t stop,” she told him.
     
    “Then I’d like an answer.”
     
    “The answer was yes I want it harder and faster. I’m so close. Make me come.”
     
    “Mmmm… that’s better. You know I love to hear your voice, and you saying words I like is even better.” Tyson resumed his thrusts’ speed and firmness, and she couldn’t stop her body from winding up tight even though she wanted to wait for him. She was winding faster and harder until suddenly it seemed like the spring popped, and she was flung into pleasure as her abdominal muscles and her clit knew wave after wave of contractions and a release that came faster than she could count.
     
    She was on her way down from that high when she could feel his hard cock spurting within her walls. He had the best orgasm face she’d ever seen, but she didn’t think she’d tell him that. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes were closed, but it was that sexy mouth that was open just a little bit that drew her notice. She kissed him all over his face, but then ended with a deep kiss so she could feel his orgasm like she’d just felt hers. He made noises like she tasted like his favorite treat as he savored her as much as she did to him.
     
    His phone ringing stopped all the kissing, and he pulled out his cock as he reached for the phone.
     
    “Hello,” Tyson said quickly. He looked at her, and she knew it was trouble on the other end of that line. She wanted to hear what he was saying so badly, but he took the phone in the other room and left her on the couch.
     
    “And so it starts,” she said to the empty room.
     

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Tyson had been hoping for some more time before all this got started, but it looked like they wanted to get their money back and fast. His cock was still wet and encased in a condom, but he knew the police were listening just as hard as the Reapers.
     
    “I’ve got a place and a time, but I don’t want no cops there.” Stephen was the leader of the motor cycle club, and he must have felt there was going to be a problem.
     
    “I don’t want any cops there either, but you have to admit that the way you handled Bruce is going to have them on my trail to see if anyone else is in need of saving.”
     
    “I hope you aren’t trying to get me to admit anything.” Just the voice of Stephen was enough to turn Tyson’s stomach. This man wasn’t in the motorcycle club for the love of it; he wanted to terrorize people. He didn’t want Ella anywhere around them.
     
    “I wasn’t trying to do anything like that. I just wanted you to be aware that they are likely following me and will be doing so for a good long while.” Tyson wanted him to reveal his crime, but he should have known it wasn’t going to be that easy.
     
    “Let’s meet tonight at seven over at Haymaker’s.”
     
    Tyson knew that was the old hang out for clubbers, but he didn’t think the new guys hung out there. “I’ll be there.”
     
    “Glad to hear it. Bring Ella with you.” The silence after Stephen said that was full of heat and regret. He didn’t want Ella anywhere around this freak. Maybe he could fight it or at least ask why he wanted that when this should be between the men.
     
    Just hearing her name coming out of Stephen’s mouth was enough to make Tyson start to see red. “I don’t want her involved in this. You guys have done enough. She served time for a crime she didn’t commit, so let’s just leave her out of it.”
     
    “I know what we did to her, and I’m sorry about that.”
     
    Tyson was almost shocked at how genuine the man sounded about feeling remorse about Ella’s prison sentence that she didn’t deserve, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her left out of it.
     
    “But, I don’t want to leave her out of it. She owed us money too, and I want her there. If not we’ll just have to see if we can find her ourselves.” The sick sounding bastard was back. This man had more personalities than should