All Chapters of Secret Curves (Dangerous Curves 5): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

He pushed forward, felt her sleek, slick flesh part for him. They both cried out, and moved towards each other, their bodies slippery with desire. Curtis slid in another inch, one more. When she looked up at him and begged in a broken whisper for him to take her now, he groaned in surrender, thrust home.Tessa jolted under him as he plunged deep. He stretched her, filled her, took her – and he did it completely. She gasped for air, and all she knew in the whole universe was how good his cock felt in her body. He soothed an ache deep inside her, but he also intensified it, made it throb more keenly. She needed more, she needed all of him.He planted his hands on the bed next to her head, straightened his arms. He raised himself above her, his chest massive and muscled, and he started to move. His powerful hips rocked back and forth, his rhythm smooth and steady. Perfect. She arched her back, wrapped her legs around him, dug her heels into the small of his back.“Closer,” she begged, be

Jackson Taylor pulled up to the cabin at the end of the dirt road. Despite the remote location, he looked around carefully before opening the door of the SUV and climbing out. Ace’s motorcycle was already there, and Jack shook his head at the idiocy of driving a motorcycle up the mountain back roads in the winter. But he supposed that Ace had his bad-ass street cred to think about, and so the bike it was.He approached the cabin cautiously, his gun out. Yeah, King had Ace by the balls and no doubt about it, but Jack knew good and well that people did odd things when they were desperate. And if there was one thing about Ace that was slowly but surely becoming clear, it was that the man was growing increasingly desperate.No wonder and no surprise, though. Ace Cuddy may have been the President of The Fallen Angels MC at the moment – but he only got kicked up to the top spot after King had killed Trigger MacGee, the former President. He’d used Ace’s own gun to commit the murder, and effe

Ace’s black eyes flashed. “You do know that I’ve lost eleven of my Fallen Angels brothers in the past two months, all because I told you about some shit that we were involved in? Eleven men, Taylor, eleven men that I cared about like they were my own blood… they died, and they died because of me.”“I know,” Jack said quietly. He had no goddamn use whatsoever for Ace Cuddy and his ilk, but he did understand the concept of adopted family. King’s Men were like Jack’s brothers and sisters at this point, and he knew that the ties in a motorcycle club went just as deep. Ace had lost brothers – actual, real brothers – and he’d lost them because he’d opened his mouth and ratted. The guilt about this was huge, and more than any other emotion that Ace was experiencing, it was this one that Jack was most sure was going to do him in. It was the kind of thing that made a man put a gun to his own temple, and pull the trigger. Ace wasn’t there – not yet – but Jack was sure he’d get there eventually

He’d risked it all to love that man for a little while – and then he’d lacked the courage to love him all the way. To this day, Ace regretted that decision. That regret made him bitter and angry, and that worked in his MC life, thank Christ. But it didn’t make him happy.Ace looked up now to see Jack watching him with those fucking intense eyes. Right away, he threw up his defenses, glared on back at Jack, dared him to say something. He saw everything, Ace knew, though he didn’t know how he saw everything. The man was a walking lie-detector machine, a human x-ray, a virtual mind-reader or psychic. Ace knew that Jack had some training in profiling, but beyond that, the man’s abilities just looked like fucking voodoo.Jack gave him that crooked grin, the one that said he knew what Ace was thinking, and his attempts to hide it were useless. But he took pity on Ace, thank fuck, and changed the subject.“Anyway,” Jack said in that aggravatingly calm voice. “You’ll have to grab Shay Alcott,

He watched her leave the bedroom now, and he stretched himself. He pulled on some boxers, wandered down to the kitchen. He started the coffee and stared out the window at the Rockies, admiring the snow on the mountains. He glanced around his tiny living room, loving that it was bursting with festive cheer. It was all courtesy of Tessa, of course. The woman was crazy about Christmas, and she’d insisted on decorating his apartment, insisted on a tree, insisted on hanging stockings. All of these things were totally alien to Curtis, but he’d welcomed them with enthusiasm.This was the first real Christmas that Curtis would ever have in his life. As a kid, he’d never had any presents, of course, though his Mom had tried hard to cook something special, and bring home some candy. But that dickhead who had lived with them would get drunk and furious, then he’d get violent. Curtis’ only Christmas memories until he was six included broken glass, shouting and accusations, and trips to the E.R.