Gonzo (Rolling Thunder Motorcycle Club Book 7) by Candace Blevins Read Free Book Online Page A

some time to liquidate those funds. My house is paid for, and it might be easier to borrow against it than to pull money from my investments.
    Brain had gone home, but Duke and his Duchess were snuggled together on a sofa on the other side of the room while Duke watched a game and Gen did something on her laptop.
    I typed, “I may need to get thirty grand from my safe into the bank without raising red flags.”
    I got Duke’s attention and motioned him over, and let him read the question. I’d have gone to him, but he prefers we keep club business away from Gen.
    “Brain has some ways. It can get complicated but it’s possible, and you may lose a substantial chunk for that fast of a turnaround, so you’ll need to start out with a lot more than you need. I don’t want you to worry too much about it, though. We’ll make sure you have enough.” He shook his head. “You’re all tense again.”
    The whole room looked up as he said, “Hey, Britches!”
    When she looked our way he told her, “Gonzo needs some stress relief. Take him downstairs and make sure he comes back chilled-the-fuck-out.”
    I closed the file I’d used to type the note to Duke without saving it, and then shut my laptop as I glared at Duke. He was right, of course — a good fuck would clear my mind and possibly put me to sleep, since I hadn’t slept more than an hour last night. I was exhausted but my brain was running a million miles a minute.
    Duke just grinned, and I rolled my eyes and stood. Britches followed me downstairs and took her shirt off as we walked into my room. I watched as she disrobed, and told her, “On your knees. You know what I want.”
    This bitch gives incredible blowjobs, though I can usually only take a few minutes of her tongue and lips working in concert in magical ways before I’m slamming into her throat. Dawg told me his solution to this — get off and then tell her to get you hard again so you can enjoy her ministrations longer.
    She unbuckled my belt and loosened my jeans, pulled them down just enough, and went to work. I looked to the ceiling and groaned, willing myself to let her keep working, but in less than five minutes I’d grabbed the back of her head and was pounding her throat. She rested her palms on my thighs, and even though she wasn’t trying to control anything I growled, “Arms behind you. Grab your elbows.”
    She obeyed immediately and I pounded her throat until my balls finally emptied.
    The child of a wolf and a human is usually a wolf, but not always. Britches had been raised with the normal training a child goes through in preparation for their first change , but she’d never shifted. She knows about wolves, so we can hurt her with our cocks. Also, she’s a little hardier than a human but we still have to be careful. She can see better-than-human at night, though she didn’t get our sense of smell or hearing.
    I’d made sure she had enough oxygen, but I’d been hard on her and her eyes were red and tear filled, and her makeup was smeared all over her face.
    “Unlace my boots.”
    She leaned forward and did as I asked, and then held them as I pulled my feet out. I slid out of my pants and underwear, stripped my shirt over my head, and stretched out on the bed on my back.
    “Get me hard again. I’m gonna want your ass.”
    She crawled between my legs and I groaned once again as she pulled my cock into the heat of her mouth. She gave my balls just the right attention as her lips worked my shaft and her tongue did amazing things to the head of my rapidly hardening cock.
    I growled when she sat up, and was about to yank her back down when she said, “I’ve been bitten three times to try to get me to change , and it’s never worked. Whatever’s in my body that fights off the werewolf gene or virus or whatever-the-fuck-it-is, fights it off in a bite, too. Someone told me being bitten by someone who wasn’t born to it, but was bitten, might give me a better chance.”
    I propped up on