Lawless (Steel Demons MC Book 1) by Crystal Ash

Author:Crystal Ash [Ash, Crystal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-03T16:00:00+00:00

I could feel the aggression in the air the moment Noelle and I stepped outside. A crowd had already gathered in the cul-de-sac in front of Reaper's house. That dog barking its head off had to be Hades.

The night had cooled off considerably, a small bit of relief to the heat of bodies pressing close together. I hadn't seen Reaper all day, considering I spent it with the women but there he stood at the far end of the circle forming in the cul-de-sac. A king with no throne. Or rather, the only throne he sat in was his bike seat.

He wore faded black jeans, motorcycle boots, and no shirt under his leather cut. The SDMC skull on his chest peeked through, the PRESIDENT patch and reaper scythe on his left side the only non-black part of his getup.

Two men on motorcycles rode around in figure-eight patterns, revving up their engines and pumping their fists in the air. They drummed up the crowd, feeding their bloodlust with the roars of their machines.

Jandro was the first to step into the circle, peeling off his cut and tossing it to someone in the crowd. Forgetting myself, I stared thirstily as he swaggered back and forth in search of an opponent.

He was the shortest and stockiest of Reaper's men, but still a full head taller than me and built like a brick house. He flexed those thick arms and people cheered—mostly women. As he turned around, I spotted the SDMC skull tattooed on his ribs, along with a portrait of a woman on the other side. I didn't get a close look, but she had colorful face paint in the style of Day of the Dead skulls.

I was too busy staring at the muscles upon muscles of Jandro's back, his arms, and his chest, that I didn't notice him stopping right in front of me until he spoke.

"Marrriposa," he grinned, moving closer until he stood directly in front of me. "How about a besito for good luck?"

Jesus. Why did he smell so good?

"No."

His hazel eyes widened for the full puppy-dog effect as he pointed to his cheekbone.

"Not even just a little one?"

I didn't want to open that door of intimate contact, not even a crack. Reaper's massage had already been too much. I'd been craving his hands on me all day, even though I was barely sore anymore. I hated the feeling of wanting anything from these men.

But I also knew Jandro wouldn't go away until he got something.

So I leaned in, reaching on my tiptoes, and brushed a soft kiss against his cheek.

His arm locked around my waist the moment my lips touched him, pinning me to his bare chest with the strength of an ox.

And goddamnit, he felt so warm and his skin was surprisingly soft.

Then I felt his lips on my neck, the exposed side from my leaning in to kiss him, and the gentle suction followed by a flick of his tongue.

It was over before I realized what had happened.

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