King of Diamonds (Desert Sons MC Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

was overwhelmed with pleasure his pounding strokes slowed. He settled onto her as he thrust gently, grunting softly with every easy thrust as he spilled his essence into her until his hips coasted to a stop.
     
    “I won,” Tina said with a grin as he pulled his head from her shoulder and took her lips.
     
    “I would call that a tie,” he countered after he released her lips.
     
    “Oh no. I definitely came first.”
     
    “Okay. You win this time, but just wait until next time,” he teased.
     
    She sigh deeply and looked at the clock as Jack pulled out of her and moved to her side, where he tugged her in tight with a sigh of his own. They had finished in only ten minutes and she could already feel the first tentative tugs of sleep.
     
    She giggled. “I’m starting to get sleepy already.”
     
    “Yeah. Me too. There is no way I would have been drowsy already. So… good idea.”
     
    She reached behind her to stroke his still-hard manhood. “Next time, though, you had better last longer. After two of these quickies, I’m ready for a good, long one.”
     
    “We could go again.”
     
    I would like that but… “No. You need to sleep. We need to sleep. You’re going to be up all night driving and I’m going to be up all night to make sure you don’t fall asleep.” She released him before the temptation became too much.
     
    “Yeah… you’re right,” he agreed with another sigh. He kissed her lightly on the shoulder and tugged her in just a bit tighter. “Hey! Guess what?”
     
    “What?”
     
    “I love you.”
     
    She sniffed out a brief laugh. “Hey! Guess what?”
     
    “What?
     
    “I love you too.”
     
    Jack grinned and he kissed her on the shoulder one last time before he settled in and got comfortable.
     
    Less than thirty minutes after they turned in for their nap, first Tina, then Jack, slid into sleep. They slept soundly for almost four hours until the alarm on Jack’s phone pulled them back to the waking world.
     
     
     
    “The rig is fueled and ready to go,” Roger said.
     
    They had arrived at Rog’s house an hour ago. Rog had helped them strap their bikes to the truck and showed them how to secure the cars for transport. Their clothes and a bag full of sandwiches, snacks, and water—provided by Nic—were already in the truck.
     
    “Okay. You have everything set so you can eventually call and get some help?” Jack asked.
     
    “Yeah. I spent all day yesterday and today practicing.”
     
    Jack chuckled. He didn’t know how you could practice dialing a phone with your hands and feet tied, but so long as Rog was comfortable with the idea, they would do it his way.
     
    “If Marshall doesn’t hear from you by midnight, he’s going to come over here and cut you loose, okay?”
     
    “Don’t worry. I will call him as soon as I rat you out,” Rog said with a grin. “But one other thing… I’ve been thinking. I want you to hit me.”
     
    Jack’s eyes widened. “What?”
     
    “Yeah. If you steal my truck and I don’t have a mark on me… well… I don’t want to look like a complete pussy.”
     
    “Rog! I don’t want to hit you! I thought I was just going to pull a gun on you.”
     
    “And you still are. That’s how you got away without me kicking your ass,” Rog said with a grin. “I’m not exactly looking forward to this either. But it will help sell it. Just make it count, okay?”
     
    “Rog… I don’t…”
     
    “Come on! Now you don’t be a pussy.”
     
    Jack grimaced. “Are you sure?”
     
    “No. But do it anyway.”
     
    Jack took a swing at him, but at the last moment he lost his nerve and held back somewhat. Rog’s head rocked back and he staggered backwards a step, but then he stopped and looked at Jack.
     
    “Shit, that hurt! But what kind of punch was that? Goddammit… now you are going to have to do it again. Fucking hit me this time so we don’t have to do this again.”
     
    The next time, Jack hit him, Rog went to the