BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) by Honey Palomino Page A

meet with Sapphire, and then I would send him on his way.  Maybe after all this was over, after Evie was found safe and sound, then we could see each other again.
    Right now, I needed to concentrate on finding my sister.
    When I walked out into my kitchen the next morning, I realized doing that was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated.
    Slade stood in my kitchen, wearing nothing but his boxers, making coffee.  When he turned around, the huge erection jutting towards me made me gasp.
    He looked down and laughed.
    “Sorry about that,” he said, with a shrug.  “Mornin’ wood.  Uncontrollable.”
    My eyes widened when I saw it throbbing and twitching under the cotton shorts.  I was speechless, my body aching to pull the shorts down and devour him, as I had fantasized about doing again so many times.
    “Th-that’s okay,” I muttered.  Slade walked over towards me, and as he stood in front of me, I swear I could feel the heat radiating from him.  
    “Diana.”  His gaze held mine, hypnotizing me.
    “Yes?”
    “I’m not one to beat around the bush.  Maybe you caught on to that.”
    “Yeah,” I replied, not quite yet sure what he was getting at.  I did know that if he got any closer I was going to rip those boxers right off of him.  His bare muscular chest pressed against me as he continued.
    “And I understand that you’re worried about your sister.  And your job.  You’ve got a lot on your plate.”
    “Yes,” I agreed.  I balled my hands into fists at my sides to keep myself from caressing his chest.
    He ran a hand through his short sandy blonde hair.  I looked at his lips, the desire to feel them on me shooting right through me.
    “Here’s the deal.  I don’t want to come off as a selfish prick or anything, but last night on that couch?  Yeah, that fucking sucked.  Knowing you were in there, alone in bed, and remembering all the fun we had that one night? Well, I’ll be perfectly honest with you and tell you that I came this fucking close to barging in there and sinking this hard cock inside of you again.  It’s not often I don’t do what my body tells me too.”
    “Oh,” I said.  The combination of his body being this close to mine, and the words he was speaking, so bluntly, with such raw desire that it almost seemed to be painful to him, took the breath right out of me.
    “I’m just telling you this as a fair warning, Diana.”  He reached out, putting a finger under my chin and lifting it, forcing me to look at him.  “I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.”
    “I-I see.”  I could feel his cock throbbing against my thigh, the only thing separating our skin was the thin layer of cotton of his shorts.
    “Yeah? Good.  You’ve been warned.  Not that I’m not a gentleman, I know when I’m not wanted,” he said, before pausing slightly.  Then he smiled.  That arrogant, cocky, confident smile that threatened once again to bring me to my knees. “But I know you want me.”
    “You do, huh?” I replied. I want to shake him, make him stumble, make him stutter, make some sort of crack appear in his    marble exterior.  Instead, he was doing all those things to me.  I felt as if the very floor beneath my feet had been pulled from me.  “How do you know that?”
    “How do I know?” he asked.  “Because you can’t talk.  You can barely look at me.  Your nipples are hard as diamonds, and I can smell your wet pussy from here.”
    I gasped again, putting my hand over my mouth, the shock of his words slicing right through me.
    “Oh, my god, Slade…” I said, as I started to turn away.  The heat of his hand seared my arm as he grabbed it, keeping me turned towards him.
    “Hey.  I like the way you smell.”  He leaned down, his nose inches from my neck, and inhaled deeply.  “Peaches.  You smell like sweet, succulent peaches.  Just like I remembered.”
    “Slade…” I said his name, but I had no idea how to respond after that.