Exquisite Karma (Iron Horse MC Book 4) Read Free Page B

for being a macho pig.
    Today my man wore a clean white t-shirt under his cut that displayed his bunching, tattooed biceps, flexing nicely as he raised his beer and took a drink. I wanted to taste the beer on his tongue, smell the sun on his skin. His usual and ever-changing posse of men circled around their president, all of their eyes on me as I strutted across the backyard, the black spangles on my new Dior sandals twinkling with my every step. They were a gift from Beach, and I admit I might have squealed when I saw them. I couldn’t help it, with their pale pink sole that had a pearl-like shimmer, they were so pretty, any woman would have gone a little starry eyed.
    Beach had certainly enjoyed the stellar blow job he’d received as thanks for the extravagant gift.
    He’d liked it even more when they were the only thing I wore while he fucked me.
    A bandage gleamed white against his muscled forearm and my gut clenched, not liking that he’d gotten wounded while he was on his last run. The thought of him being seriously injured while we were apart constantly haunted me, but I had to learn how to live with the fact that he was a bad man who occasionally did really bad things. Since I’d killed two people…wait, make that three—no, probably more—I had no room to judge.
    I was glad he was finally home, and not just for my own selfish reasons. The club felt safer while he was here, as if the malevolent presence waiting to strike couldn’t compete with the Beach’s formidable presence. I know it sounds corny as hell, but some people are born with extra charisma, dangerous amounts of it, and Beach had that intangible strength in spades. It made him a natural-born leader, someone people wanted to follow because they truly liked him. Some even loved him, but no one loved him like me. We’d become ingrained in each other’s lives and I really needed him to hold me in his arms again and make me feel safe. The only time I didn’t have to fight the world, that I could relax, was in his arms.
    As if he’d read my mind, as soon as I reached him, he looped an arm around my waist and tugged me close, his lips meeting mine in a hard kiss that had my pussy clenching in need. I was so greedy for him, dying to have him inside of me again even though we’d had a quickie a couple hours ago after he’d had church with the other brothers to discuss club business. He’d been in a harsh mood and had spanked my ass hard before he fucked me, but that just made the multiple orgasms he gave me all the better. I’d take any punishment he dished out with a smile and happily beg for more. Shame had no place in our love life, and I adored every hedonistic moment of it.
    “Hey, babe,” he murmured against my lips before releasing me, the taste of beer hovering on his lips. “Love those shoes on you.”
    Some of the darkness had gone from his sapphire-blue eyes and I smiled up at him. “Hi, handsome. What can I say, my man has good taste.”
    Specks of lighter blue gleamed in his dark eyes. “That I do.”
    I couldn’t help but smile wider at his obvious double meaning, and gave him another kiss before I nipped his lower lip hard enough to sting.
    Abruptly the vibrator in my panties, which had been a subtle and pleasant hum, rocketed up a notch or two, and I sucked in a harsh breath while my knees went weak and I leaned into him.
    Beach held me tighter to his body and lowered his mouth to my ear, tucking my hair behind it as he whispered, “Is your pussy wet for your Papi ?”
    The vibrations eased down and I had to fight the urge to bite his neck, hard. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
    “ I’d sure as fuck would like to know,” Sledge muttered from behind me.
    Without looking, I threw an elbow into his heavily muscled sternum hard enough to make his breath come out in a huff of laughter. “Fuck off, and stay out of my personal space, you perv.”
    “Hey,” Sledge said with a slight wheeze, a big grin lighting up his