Grace's POV
Less than an hour later, the kitchen was a mess, and honestly, I was more stressed out about cooking than I was about everything else! Damn, this wasn’t at all what I imagined it would be like baking with kids. But despite the broken egg on the floor, the extra pound of sugar in the bowl, and the flour all over the room, seeing Cade enjoy herself, more than justified it…
“Mixing the dough,” she sang on repeat over and over again--- until the melody got stuck in my head and I finally understood why “baby-shark” had driven parents all over the world mad!
“What’s this?” suddenly huskily sounded behind me. I spun around and--- and for the love of---! Didn’t the man own any shirts?! Apparently not, because striding into the kitchen came a shirtless Prez, displaying all his sinfully goods and gorgeous tattoos. The howling wolf on his chest with his club’s name underneath it somehow drew my attention. It was freaking beaut
Cracker's POV“Yeah, I know, right?” Grace replied in the same astonished tone, and I laughed, imagining her on top of the parade pyramid! “And I don’t even feel bad! Hell, give me a shovel and I’ll happily help them put Jones in a hole in the ground!” She sighed. “But I think they want it that way! Us clueless. The less we know the less of a liability we are and shit like that?”She looked at me questioningly and despite feeling utterly frustrated about it, when she put it like that it made sense.“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I admitted with a huff. “Still, I really want to see Jones bit the dust, you know? One of the reasons I like practicing law is that I got to see the pissed-off expression on their faces when I win!”I know I promised Steel to let them do this their way, but it still pissed me off that I couldn’t do anything. Of course, I’d be there for the fallout. Providing alibis, handling paperwork, and basically getting them o
Cracker’s POVI was growing entirely too anxious when Prez and Grace ran late. I’d already been at the club with Steel when Cobalt called out and gestured the news. Grace’s face was plastered all over it, claiming that she’d murdered someone.Rage boiled in my blood, and I swear that if my leg hadn’t been broken, I’d marched right up to Sheriff Jones and killed him myself. However, Steel and the others – after they’d all apologized for their behavior, and I let them stew in their own sweat for a minute or two – reassured me, that with the video of Jones at our house and the evidence I’d gathered, Jones wasn’t going to be able to do anything.We just had to keep Grace safe until they found the man running this operation…I know that they were trying to be helpful, but my patience with these people was running rather low. Sure, they’d apologized and what shit not, but I still didn’t know if I could trust them entirely. Bunny had tried to co
Grace’s POV“Even Pitbulls have masters, little pup. And I’m officially yours!”Prez's voice was possessive and demanding, leaving no room for arguments or even a question. I was his, my body was his – he’d made that much clear with the way he’d fucked me in the shower – and he owned me. Like someone would own a dog.Now that should have pissed me off!NOT turn me on!But it did! The way his eyes lapped over my body as he lathered me in soap and tenderly took care of every inch of me. The way he washed away the evidence of what we’d just done and left a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and throat…I remembered the week in the hospital when he’d watch over Cracker while Steel got some sleep. Despite having a daughter to take care of, he was trying to be a good friend and make up for the mistake he’d done. I remembered
Grace's POV"And I’ll continue to fuck you until I’ve ruined you for all other men, you understand that?”I gasped at his words.“Wh-what---?!”But before I’d managed to say and do anything, he thrust into me, hard and painfully, as if he was about to rip me in two. But the way it made my body throb was unexpected. I’d always been a girl who liked it rough, but---I never knew that pain could be such a turn-on!He eased back and then went to leisurely stroking my burning insides with his cock. The sensation of pain and pleasure rang another moan from my lips, and I threw my head back, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into this time!“Who owns this body, baby?” he asked, but in truth, it wasn’t a question. He already knew the answer – cocky son of a bitch! Still, I wasn’t about to give in that easily…
Grace’s POV“What?” I asked, pushing the water out of my face, and watched as Prez was just casually watching me, with that arrogant, smug look on his face. I was standing in the shower – after a long day of baking, packing, and an emotional goodbye to Cade – I wanted to wash off the grime and sweat of the last two days. Only to have Prez come barging in and ruin my Zen! Thanks to Cade having locked herself in once, there wasn’t a key to the bathroom, and I think the cocky MC president was using that to his advantage…“You’re sexy!” he said, as casually as if we were discussing the weather. And hell, the way his eyes raked over my body, it felt like a physical caress. Involuntarily, my heart skipped a beat, and I had to take in a deep breath, just to ease my erratically throbbing sex.How did he do that?“Thank you,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral, despi
Cracker's POVJones went from white to red to blue and purple all within a matter of seconds. And at one point, I was surprised that steam didn’t come out of his ears. That couldn’t be good for his health...“Harboring a criminal is against the law,” he gritted between his teeth. And I couldn’t help smirking.“Unfortunately, that only applies if the accused is already found guilty,” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning into Steel to take the weight off my injured leg. “Until then, it’s innocent until proven otherwise!”He looked ready to kill now!“It’s illegal to hinder an investigation,” he tried again, but his yelling came across more like a toddler’s whine...“Still trying to out-law me, Sheriff?” I taunted him and sighed dramatically. “Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time? When it comes to the law, I’m smarter than you, Jones. And I’m not hindering you in any way since I’ve already told you, I don