“God, Bryn. Are you trying to kill me?” A slick sheen of moisture covered my forehead, my body heated to the boiling point. He sucked my n****e. Hard. Bit the tip just hard enough to make me cry out. His finger continued to work my c**t.
“You’re the one who keeps asking questions.”
“Stop talking.”
He chuckled, his lips moving down, down, down. Yes!
The people on Rogue 5 sounded like the typical motorcycle club or street crew to me. Honor among thieves. Loyalty above all. Step out of line…and you died. They didn’t scare me, I understood them. I grew up with them. My brother died as one. Hell, I was one of them, too. Except for the whole biting thing. What were they, vampires? The idea was insane and I didn’t want to think about that right now. Hell, I didn’t want to think about anything
