Tracker (Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter #3) Read Online Lilly Atlas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Hell’s Handlers MC Florida Chapter Series by Lilly Atlas
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
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“I had a shitty shift at work.”

His spine tingled. “Well, I’m sorry about that. Anything I can do to help?” He pressed his lips together to keep his laughter at bay as she huffed.

“Pretty sure you know there is.”

“Mm-hmm, but I’m gonna need to hear you say it.”

She huffed again. That little sound of frustration would live in his brain as a direct link to getting his dick hard. Maybe he could hear it in person if he irked her enough. Hell, maybe when he was inside her. He grinned. Yeah, that’d be hot as fuck.

“All right then, if you’re all good, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Oh, for God’s sake,” she mumbled. “Fin, I had a shitty night. Will you come over and fuck me until I’m too stupid to think about it?”

Holy shitballs, the woman had a way with words. His dick would have detached itself from his body and torpedoed to her if possible. “Yeah, babe, I will definitely do that. You mind if I bring my daughter? She’s with me now.”

“She gonna eat my stuff?”

He chuckled. “Nope. My lady is very well behaved. Totally opposite of what I expect from you.”

She quieted again, and he couldn’t help but hope it was because she was fighting for control the same way he was. Finally, she spoke in a husky voice. “I’ll text you my address.”

Twenty minutes later, Tracker and Betty walked up a small paved path to Jo’s condo.

“Hey,” she said as she answered the door wearing a ribbed tank top and a pair of cotton sleep pants. Based on the way her nipples stood at obvious attention, he had a feeling she didn’t bother with a bra. He nearly groaned at the thought of getting his hands and mouth on those tits again. “Come on in.” She stepped aside.

Her shiny blonde hair hung past her shoulders, loose and flowing. Her feet were bare, and her face had been scrubbed free of makeup. Something about the face she hadn’t primped for him had him grinning.

“Thanks.” He grinned as he walked into her space. They barely knew each other, but he could tell with one glance that the space fit her well—warm, comfortable, and modern without being fussy.

“This must be the daughter you told me about,” Jo said as she crouched down to meet his dog.

“Yep. This is my baby, Betty White. Smartest pup there ever was. Huh, Betty?” The dog wagged her tail, and he swore she sighed in happiness as Jo scratched behind her ears. He understood the sentiment. Those hands had been heaven on his body too.

“Betty White?” Jo laughed, still loving on his girl.

“Yep. Best damn woman there ever was.”

“You might be right about that,” Jo said, nuzzling Betty’s soft fur.

He unclipped the leash as Jo finally straightened.

“Go to bed, girl.” Betty trotted toward the couch and flopped down on the carpet. She’d be asleep in seconds. “So…”

Their gazes met and held for a few heartbeats, then Jo grabbed his T-shirt and yanked him to her. She kissed him like she wanted to become a part of him—aggressive, needy, and burning hot. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, teasing his. His dick hardened to the point of pain behind his zipper. He rocked his hips into her, nearly growling with how damn good it felt.

Damn, he could totally get behind this aggressive thing she had going.

Jo moaned and tilted her pelvis, rubbing along his denim-clad length as though on a mission to get herself off.

Maybe sometime they could explore her riding herself to climax without penetration or hands, but tonight he needed to fuck, and it needed to happen in the next few minutes. Before being able to suggest just that, Jo tore her mouth off his.

“My day sucked,” she said between breaths.

“So you said.” Tracker frowned as the insane urge to ask her what had happened rushed through him. He didn’t chat with hook-ups about their days, good or bad, but something about her had him about to pump the brakes so he could ask.

But she forged ahead. “You’re here for one reason and that’s to make me forget about it. Okay? I’m not in the mood for small talk or bullshit. I’m in the mood to fuck.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. Each word out of her mouth had his dick leaking in his boxer briefs. He grabbed her tit and thumbed her nipple through her clothing.

As he’d suspected, no bra.

Jo squirmed, and her mouth dropped open.

“Why don’t you show me the way to a soft surface so I can fuck you proper.”

“Follow me,” she said, breathless.

That was no hardship. Her lounge pants stretched tight across her fantastic ass, giving him a fabulous show as he trailed her to her bedroom. When they reached it, she grabbed him again and propelled him toward the bed. Though she was super fit and trained as a cop, he still had height and muscle on her. If he wanted, he could take control at any time, but letting her run the show was too much fun.


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