Blow Me Away (Seven Tribesmen Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Read Free Book Online Page A

her.  The muscles in her thighs twitched as his tongue lazily lapped at her, up and down.  Inching closer and closer to her swollen nub of sensitive nerves.
     
    His fingers worked their way up her legs, massaging them.  He could feel the muscles along her calves, as she curled her toes in her heels.  His erection throbbed in his jeans, hot and ready. 
     
    Bishop wanted to take his time though.  He wanted to enjoy every inch of Stella.  He wanted to drown in her scent, her torrid body heat, and the sounds he'd hear echoing from her throat.
     
    Stella's fingers sifted through his hair, tangling in the locks.  Her hips shifted, obviously yearning for his immediate attention.  She savored the feelings that he coaxed out of her.  The fact that had settled in her mind their last weekend together was that no other man could play her body as expertly as Arthur Bishop.  The thought was bitter and left a bile taste in her mouth.
     
    Her enjoyment stuttered as knuckles rapped on her office door.  Her eyes flew open.  Had they locked the door?  Her mind scrabbled to remember.  Her body, however, wasn't wasting time.  Stella pushed Bishop back and herded him, wordlessly, beneath her desk.  The hulk of a man barely fit, but he obliged, mind muzzy from hormones.
     
    Stella plopped down in her chair and scooted against the desk, her knees on either side of Bishop, just as the door swung open. 
     
    Agent Grant sauntered in, holding a small pile of documents against her chest.  Her gaze flicked over Stella's desk, eyebrows ticking upward.  She looked worriedly at Stella, her voice laced with the ultimate concern, “What happened in here?”
     
    Stella stopped, her gaze cast over the desk littered with crumpled and wrinkled documents.  She swallowed, deciding a half-truth was in order.  “Uh, Bishop pushed me on the desk.  The papers got rumpled.”
     
    “Oh, my God.  Are you all right?”  Agent Grant's eyes widened, and she sidled closer to the desk. 
     
    “Yeah, I'm fine.”  Stella took a deep, shaky breath and weakly smiled.  From between her thighs, she could feel Bishop smile against her skin.  The sensation unnerved and excited her to no end.  Stella shifted awkwardly, barely containing a whimper as his lips worked kisses and nips against her thigh.  
     
    Agent Grant eyed Stella, critically.  Something was obviously on Agent Grant's mind and Stella hoped she'd drop it.  No such luck though; Agent Grant licked her lips and averted her gaze from Stella's gaze.  “I know you two have… had …a thing going on for a bit.”
     
    The smirk against Stella's thigh faltered.  Bishop strained to hear this woman talk.  Had Stella talked about him to this woman?  Hadn't Stella mentioned something about a new partner?  His curiosity piqued, Bishop ceased his momentary teasing. 
     
    Stella's heart froze in her chest, her eyes widening just slightly.  She really didn't need her new partner reprimanding her on office politics, especially while Bishop lingered agonizingly between her thighs.  “What?”
     
    “Well, you know how cops like their gossip.”  Agent Grant laughed, awkwardly.  Her cheeks pinked as if she were embarrassed for Stella.
     
    “Ah,” Stella grunted noncommittally.   Her heart still shuddered in concern.
     
    “I just want you to know it's fine if...you know…it's not over.” Agent Grant still couldn't meet Stella's eyes.  In fact, the pink on her cheeks seemed to worsen.  Finally, Agent Grant found Agent Holmes's eyes, as she said, “I guess I'm trying to say your secret is safe with me.”
     
    “It's over, Agent Grant,” Stella bit out firml y— despite the lie.  She could sense amusement and confusion radiating off Bishop.  Oh, what a situation she had found herself in.  Stella forced a smile to her lips and inclined her head to the other agent.  “But thank you.”
     
    Agent Grant viewed her with a mixture of uncertainty and disbelief.  The