Renegade Souls MC

One click Pastor Danny Murphy

There’s a Renegade Souls MC novella coming on October 24.

How does the good pastor’s life collide with those notorious outlaws?

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“Danny…” she whispered.
It was all she managed.
Pleading him.
Begging with her heart clawed open.
He crushed her mouth and absolutely consumed her.
One moment her mouth was free and single, happily minding its own business, the next it was robbed and taken hostage by a pair of lips God himself drew with charcoal and sex appeal.
Their mouths ravaged harder.

Danny the vibrant aggressor now, with Aoife struggling to adapt to his hunger.
Oh, Danny-boy, it’s so good, she about fell over from the want of him.
Loving it. Figuring out new ways to receive his tongue, stroke it, keep it forever.
She couldn’t get her mouth open wide enough.
More. Need. Need.

His kiss was always a thing of sexual hunger and she’d been starved of the taste.
If this was her one chance, then she was taking it.
Timing, place or circumstances be damned.

She wanted him more than she ever had and for the first time in a very long time … she was awake in her own body.
She was feeling every sensation in such technicolor, it was like regaining her sight.
She whimpered and clawed at him to never set her mouth free.
Breathing was for fools. She had Danny Murphy’s perfect lips again. If she were to die, she would do it happy and content.

In the sexiest move of all time, he pinned Aoife with his slim hips and whipped the T-shirt over his head in one of the hottest moves she’d ever seen, discarded it without care, baring his rough-hewn body. God, it was so hot, heat went straight to her poor neglected clit, informing the flesh that her love was so near, making her whimper without shame as she reached for him.

She needed to touch Danny, to make sure this wasn’t one of her most lucid dreams that plagued her constantly, offering her snippets of what she’d tossed away.

He wrenched away leaving her bereft and empty. Fists to the wall, his ragged breath in her face. The moment was broken and she had the urge to cry.
His eyes burned through her clothes until she felt the whisper touch of his fingers he would draw over her stomach once their lovemaking was finished a long time ago.

“I only ever wanted you, Danny,” she whispered.

“I can still taste when you lie, Aoife. There’s nothing about you I don’t know … except that’s not right now is it? Seven years of things I don’t know.”

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From Manhattan

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I turned to tell him so fucking farewell or whatever friend-zoned dickheads said when they caught on and left the game with their tail between their legs.

“I’ll catch you—”

One palm on my chest and he shoved me up against the wall of the closed store front next door. I landed with surprise and heat pooling towards my dick.

When he pushed his face in mine and sort of hissed a sexy growl, I knew I was back on the fucking board.

Finally I was going to kiss Tom. Finally. Finally. 𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.

“You’ll regret this but don’t say I didn’t give you fair warning, kid. I tried, you saw that, right?”

I bobbed my head. Fuck yeah. I grinned and pulled at his jacket, so he was flush with my chest. Giving that it was dark out now and there wasn’t much moon to speak off in the city all I could see of his eyes were the glow of his irises. He looked like a sexy, hungry wolf.

His kiss was immediate, ruthless, frantic, greedy.

Our lips pressed against each other’s, shaping, nipping, lapping. His lips didn’t ask for permission for me to open, he demanded, and I gave, using both hands to shape the sides of his head in case he had the crazy idea of stopping.

The kiss was messy, wet and ravenous.

About the best kiss I’d ever had, making me feel like I’d only ever want his mouth and taste again for the rest of my life.
His tongue drove me fucking crazy in a smooth, slick glide over mine until the only emotion I could feel thumping through my toffee-like veins was starved hunger.

“What the hell have you done to me?” He whispered hoarsely against my lips.

“I have no clue, but let’s keep doing it.”

We kissed as if the end of the world would appear if we dare part lips.

Need. Need. 𝑁𝑒𝑒𝑑. It sloshed and controlled me.

A sweep and a plunge, deeper, stroking, 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.
Fuck. A kiss never affected me this way before.
Never felt this good before.

It ignited me, made my grunts turn feral to pin him down and fuck him stupid until he stopped denying how badly he wanted me back.

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