Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3) by K. T. Fisher, Ava Manello Page B
Authors: K. T. Fisher, Ava Manello
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yet, even though I’ve now enjoyed two.
I feel the blindfold being removed from my eyes as we kiss. When he leans back, I open my eyes and see my handsome biker above me.
“Hey baby.” He grins at me.
“Hi.” I smile back.
“So, how was it?” He wiggles his eyebrows, which only makes me laugh. “What are you laughing at? Do I have to spank you again?”
His eyes darken, and even though I’ve just enjoyed a second orgasm, I want him again. How can that be possible?
Gabe laughs, shaking his head. “You love being spanked already.” It’s not a question. He can read my body like a book.
Pushing himself up, he stands and reaches his hand out to me, helping me to stand on my now shaky legs. “Come on, before we get up to anything else we need a shower.”
I look and see that he’s right, both Gabe and I are covered in the sticky mess. I look back at the bed and realize it’s not just us; my bed sheets are covered as well.
I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the bed. Great. Now I’m going to have to change the sheets before we go to bed, no way am I sleeping in that.
“Stop panicking about the mess, and get in the shower woman.” Gabe laughs; he knows how much I hate mess.
I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, thinking that I should relax about the bed. He did give me two orgasms after all. Smiling I follow him, watching his sexy body as he stretches to turn on the shower. His muscles move and tighten, making my mouth water. All of a sudden, I’m hungry for him again. The bathroom steams up as he looks back at me, winking as he washes himself. Fuck me! The sight of his delicious body covered in tattoos, and dripping in water is a sight every woman should see. But he’s mine, and I’m not sharing. I’m going to go take advantage of what’s mine. I follow him into the shower, determined to return the pleasure he just gave me, and if I’m lucky, perhaps add a third orgasm to the mix. Stuff the sheets. I’ll wash them tomorrow.
Chapter Thirteen
Eve
I woke up this morning feeling quite emotional. I can’t believe that my baby girl is three years old today. Where has the time gone?
I look over at her sitting at the breakfast table, and smile. She has no idea of the nightmare the rest of us have lived through, the dangers our lives were in only a short while ago. She’s a happy, normal toddler, and I’m beyond grateful for that.
Gabe strolls up, planting a fat kiss on her forehead. “Happy birthday, Princess.”
He picks her up and sits down with her on his knee. The sight makes my heart melt. His hair is still damp from the shower, he’s wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and jeans that hug his ass. Elizabeth is still wearing her pajamas. She’s too excited that it’s her birthday to get dressed yet. They look so good together, as though we’ve always been a family. I smile and move over to the table with the pancakes I’ve made for her birthday treat.
Gabe puts one on her plate and reaches for the maple syrup, but is quickly stopped by Elizabeth’s high-pitched shriek. “No, Daddy!” She admonishes. “I has chocowate and cweam on my pancakes.”
Just the mention of that combination has me blushing deep to my roots. She’s not the only person who likes to eat chocolate and cream together. I open the refrigerator and find that we’ve run out, again. I’ll have to pop to the store before the party this afternoon anyway.
“I’m sorry darling, we’ve run out. Why not try maple syrup like Daddy?” I offer.
Gabe raises a questioning eyebrow at me. It’s not my bloody fault. He’s the one who’s used it all. The recycling bin is almost full of empty sauce bottles and the washing machine has been on constantly this past week, washing sheets. I can’t complain. I’ve had lots of orgasms thanks to Gabe’s interest in making me his bedtime dessert.
Elizabeth is about
I feel the blindfold being removed from my eyes as we kiss. When he leans back, I open my eyes and see my handsome biker above me.
“Hey baby.” He grins at me.
“Hi.” I smile back.
“So, how was it?” He wiggles his eyebrows, which only makes me laugh. “What are you laughing at? Do I have to spank you again?”
His eyes darken, and even though I’ve just enjoyed a second orgasm, I want him again. How can that be possible?
Gabe laughs, shaking his head. “You love being spanked already.” It’s not a question. He can read my body like a book.
Pushing himself up, he stands and reaches his hand out to me, helping me to stand on my now shaky legs. “Come on, before we get up to anything else we need a shower.”
I look and see that he’s right, both Gabe and I are covered in the sticky mess. I look back at the bed and realize it’s not just us; my bed sheets are covered as well.
I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the bed. Great. Now I’m going to have to change the sheets before we go to bed, no way am I sleeping in that.
“Stop panicking about the mess, and get in the shower woman.” Gabe laughs; he knows how much I hate mess.
I watch as he disappears into the bathroom, thinking that I should relax about the bed. He did give me two orgasms after all. Smiling I follow him, watching his sexy body as he stretches to turn on the shower. His muscles move and tighten, making my mouth water. All of a sudden, I’m hungry for him again. The bathroom steams up as he looks back at me, winking as he washes himself. Fuck me! The sight of his delicious body covered in tattoos, and dripping in water is a sight every woman should see. But he’s mine, and I’m not sharing. I’m going to go take advantage of what’s mine. I follow him into the shower, determined to return the pleasure he just gave me, and if I’m lucky, perhaps add a third orgasm to the mix. Stuff the sheets. I’ll wash them tomorrow.
Chapter Thirteen
Eve
I woke up this morning feeling quite emotional. I can’t believe that my baby girl is three years old today. Where has the time gone?
I look over at her sitting at the breakfast table, and smile. She has no idea of the nightmare the rest of us have lived through, the dangers our lives were in only a short while ago. She’s a happy, normal toddler, and I’m beyond grateful for that.
Gabe strolls up, planting a fat kiss on her forehead. “Happy birthday, Princess.”
He picks her up and sits down with her on his knee. The sight makes my heart melt. His hair is still damp from the shower, he’s wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and jeans that hug his ass. Elizabeth is still wearing her pajamas. She’s too excited that it’s her birthday to get dressed yet. They look so good together, as though we’ve always been a family. I smile and move over to the table with the pancakes I’ve made for her birthday treat.
Gabe puts one on her plate and reaches for the maple syrup, but is quickly stopped by Elizabeth’s high-pitched shriek. “No, Daddy!” She admonishes. “I has chocowate and cweam on my pancakes.”
Just the mention of that combination has me blushing deep to my roots. She’s not the only person who likes to eat chocolate and cream together. I open the refrigerator and find that we’ve run out, again. I’ll have to pop to the store before the party this afternoon anyway.
“I’m sorry darling, we’ve run out. Why not try maple syrup like Daddy?” I offer.
Gabe raises a questioning eyebrow at me. It’s not my bloody fault. He’s the one who’s used it all. The recycling bin is almost full of empty sauce bottles and the washing machine has been on constantly this past week, washing sheets. I can’t complain. I’ve had lots of orgasms thanks to Gabe’s interest in making me his bedtime dessert.
Elizabeth is about
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