Cracker’s POV
“You should report it,” Grace snarled angrily over the phone, and I could practically feel the steam coming out of her ears, even through the speakers. “That’s seriously messed up! You could have gotten hurt!”
“They were each other’s alibi,” I deadpanned, throwing the ball down the road one more time for Max to fetch. After my little incident with the cops, I went straight home. Took a long, calming shower and was now sitting on my front porch, nursing a cold beer.
What? I’m a nervous drinker!
Don’t judge!
“And who would I report it to? They’re the authority around here!” I huffed. “Besides, you know how cops are! They’d rather bite a bullet than turn on each other,” I said, unfortunately speaking from experience. I sighed. “And here I was thinking it was only big-city cops who were assholes! What happened to all the nice, fat little sheriffs that loved doughnuts and coffee?”
“I heard they’re
Grace’s POV“Did we come at a bad time, dear?” his mother asked, still smiling widely and knowing the way only a mother could.“Erm, no!” I gulped. “It’s--- ah, I-I was just---!”What am I saying?!I had no clue what to do! Did I invite them in like I owned the place? Did I just scurry around them and pretend they weren’t there? Did I talk to them? Did I pretend they didn’t know what had just happened between me and Prez, or did I just confess to the obvious and rip off the band-aid?Somebody, save me!“Why do you smell like Daddy?” the little girl asked with the most adorable little frown on her face. Her nose wrinkled as she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me.Smell like Daddy?!What was she? Part bloodhound?!Then I remembered that Prez and I had showered together, and I’d borrowed his body wash, making me smell just like him. Eucalyptus and frost. That’s what the
Grace’s POVOh god! I’d been trying to sneak out of the house, like every other good ‘next morning routine’ and reading myself for the famous ‘walk of shame’ when this happened!Last night had been everything I’d dreamed about – and more. After cooling off on the couch for about an hour, talking about life, food, and other random stuff, we both felt sticky and itchy and decided to take a shower. I opted to go home – should have stuck to that plan, I now realize! – but Prez insisted that he owed me takeout. So I ended up showering at his pace---With him…Inside the shower…!Note to self: when in the presence of the hottest guy you’ve ever met, don’t go anywhere with him NAKED!!! Or half dressed! Or fully dressed…! And don’t get him wet!Just--- Don’t!!!Because the second he stepped into the shower with me, all bets were off the table. I loved the way his stray hands roamed
Cracker’s POVI woke up and, for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt rested, and my body didn’t ache from constantly being on alert. While in the hospital, I’d always been afraid that Jones would come back and finish the job or that one of the nurses or doctors would put something into my IV that would hurt the baby or me. Having one of the MCs outside my door had helped, but…Sleeping in Steel’s arms was phenomenal!My worries just melted away, and I felt safe. My logical brain was telling me to be on alert and that there was no way I’d trust him just yet – that the second the other shoe fell, he’d be out the door again! But my heart was telling me that if I truly wanted us to work, I had to put in an effort as well. A relationship was a two-way street, and forgiveness went both ways…I still couldn’t believe that the entire MC wanted me dead because of the Larson case. Hell, talk about communication problems. They
Grace's POVI couldn’t contain a shudder as his hot breath fanned over my exposed clit. And gasped, when his tongue playfully flicked over it, as if testing my sensitivity. He did it again and again, just before he closed his mouth over it and sucked…My back arched off the couch, gasping and mewling from the intense pleasure. I didn’t know if I wanted to move away or push him closer, but I wanted more. I was desperate to come. My body felt on fire, my core clenched painfully on air, and the inferno he started was spreading through my body, making my toes curl…“Oh god,” I cried out. “Prez! Please!”Answering my plea, I felt him trace my entrance with his finger and push in slowly. I moaned even more, not wanting it to be slow and gentle. Without thinking, I moved on his hand, desperate for his touch. In the morning, I could be embarrassed at how wanton he made me, but right now, I was frantic to reach my release!Prez murmured som
Grace’s POV“Relax!” Prez said gently and took the beer out of my hand. “They’re already dead, it’s not like you can bring them back.”“Easy for you to say!” I exclaimed, my arms flailing widely as he closed the computer. “Someone, where I work, is killing people to get to their organs! That’s like a horror movie level of terrifying! No! Scratch that! It’s the worst slasher plot I’ve ever heard!”And what does the hot biker do? He laughed! A laugh that sounded sexy as fuck and had my core warming up like molten lava…“What’s so funny?!” I snapped, ignoring what his smile and body did to my insides.“You are,” he replied – and didn’t even sound the least bit sorry about it. “You’re cute when you freak out. And hot when you’re angry…”His eyes raked over my body and--- shit did that make me body-conscious! Now, I wasn’t into body-shaming, nor did I have a problem with the way I looked.Everybody else – however – did!I was curvy, had been for my entire life. And people couldn’t seem to
Prez's POV“Quite a lot actually,” I replied to her question, watching her ass move when she walked into the living room.My living room!My woman!I quickly shook away those thoughts. Because no matter what, there was no way in hell I’d be going down that road again. But I could still fuck her, right? Cade was with her grandparents – my mom and her new husband, who finally treated her the way she deserved – so for the night, it was only me and Grace.Wouldn’t hurt to try, right?“Give it to me!” she replied with a bright smile, dropping onto the couch. And as if that had a double meaning, my cock jerked, weeping prelum!FUCK!Could you die from prolonged erection?I’m pretty sure I’m getting to my limit!No wonder I wasn’t thinking straight, all the blood circulation was going to my dick!“Let me go get us some beer first, and I’ll show you,” I