Off Limits: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

in the morning and discuss what to do. He’s busy at the moment.”
    “So I heard,” I said, opening my new beer and grimacing. The girl he was fucking was making a lot of damn noise. “He didn’t blow his top about the Henchmen?”
    “He just wanted to make sure you were safe, number one. I told him I had you covered.”
    My face gets hot, because I think of what his hands were doing earlier. Parts of me were covered, all right. “Yeah. Thank you again.”
    “Don’t thank me. You’re a Bedlam Butcher, even if you don’t have the patch.”
    That’s…the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I get a little misty and stare pointedly at my beer as I drink. “So, is he sending someone to take me home?”
    “Nope,” Eric says, and his voice is a lazy, sexy drawl. “Said I’m to keep you in sight at all times until tomorrow morning. Late tomorrow, judging from things.”
    “Gee, I hope I didn’t interrupt his booty call,” I say sarcastically.
    “You did. He was about to head over here to get you, but I calmed him down.” Eric’s watching me pointedly. There’s an undercurrent between us, and I’m not sure what to read from his body language. “So you’re fine with me for tonight.”
    “Oh,” I say. “Sorry if I’m imposing.”
    He shakes his head. “Not an imposition in the slightest. In fact, it works perfectly with my plans.”
    And then Eric steps forward and hitches one finger into the belt loop of my jeans, and drags me closer to him.
    Oh.
    Just like that, my pulse goes wild again.
    My lips are dry. “You have…plans?” God, why does my voice choose now to squeak?
    “Yup,” Eric says, and tugs me even closer.
    “You sure you want to touch me?” I ask him. “I’m not very lucky for most people.”
    “Most people are idiots,” he tells me. “I make my own luck.”
    “Gem know about this?”
    “Don’t see how it’s any of Gem’s business who I fuck,” Eric tells me, and then he pulls me in for a hot, wet kiss that leaves me weak in the knees. His words are all talk, because we know it’s Gem’s business who we fuck. Gem runs the club, and the club comes first. But it’s clear Eric doesn’t want to deal with this tonight, and hell, neither do I.
    Lucky just wants to get lucky, dammit.
    So I fling my arms around his neck, all protests vanishing, and kiss him with all the pent-up passion I’ve been holding in. My tongue slicks against his and then we’re going at each other, hot and eager, as if we didn’t have a pet-down session not an hour ago. To be honest, it’s only whetted my appetite for him, and I can still feel how slick I am between my legs. And I ache there. I need to be filled up, to be crammed full of his cock until I’m screaming out his name and scratching my claim onto his chest.
    Eric seems to realize my eagerness, because he tears at my shirt, tugging it loose and then over my head. My bra is flung away with as much ferocity, and them he pushes me up against a wall, his hands going to my tits. He squeezes them as he kisses me again, and then his fingers tug at my nipples. My knees nearly buckle at the flood of sensations, and I brace myself against the wall before I can topple over because it feels so good.
    “So, Penny,” Eric breathes against my mouth, and his fingers continue to stroke my nipples until they feel hard as diamonds. “You want it slow and easy, or hot and dirty?”
    Oh God. Choices, choices. “Hot and dirty,” I tell him, and suck on his lower lip. My hand slides to the front of his pants and rubs against his hard cock. I definitely want it hot and dirty and fast. I don’t think I can handle a languid bout of sex right now. My entire body feels primed as it is.
    “Fuck yeah,” he tells me, and gives my breasts another squeeze before he grabs me by the hips, hauls me onto his cock, and then presses me against the wall again.
    I gasp at the sensation of his clothed cock pressing against my cunt. Even though there’re layers of