To Catch A Rayven: (Brothers of the Devil's Comfort MC Book 3) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC) Read Online Free

To Catch A Rayven: (Brothers of the Devil's Comfort MC Book 3) (Brothers of Devil's Comfort MC)
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sure what I had been expecting her to wear in bed, but I sure as hell was not expecting this romper outfit that had a cap with some sort of animal ears attached to it.
     
    “Damn it girl, that outfit’s a passion killer.”
     
    “Good, I’ll go out and buy a dozen more.”
     
    “You just do that and I’ll enjoy ripping each and every one of them up.”
     
    It took a while, but I eventually got my laugher under control and Rayven was sprawled across my knee. Her fine rump in the air waiting for my hand. Perhaps the outfit was not such a passion killer after all, as my cock began to stir underneath the body spread over it.
     
    “Don’t you ever lock me out again Rayven.”
     
    With each word, I deliver a smack to the pert ass.
     
    “You big brute. I’m going to report you for abuse.”
     
    “Rayven, if you weren’t wearing that awful outfit, I bet if I was to put my hand between your legs, I’d find you wet.”
     
    One of the things I have discovered while getting acquainted with the girl who is standing in front of me. Is that she gets off, having her bottom spanked.
     
    “Well the baby didn’t like it.” This is said with her nose in the air. Since meeting Rayven, when we are in the same room, all I do is grin. 
     
    “Come on Rayven, get back into bed. It’s been a long night and I’m tired.”
     
    As though she is sizing up the odds, Rayven finally relents and climbs on to the edge of the bed.
     
    “Closer Little Bird.”
     
    My request is met with a disdainful toss of her hair, which I grab and use to pull Rayven onto my body.
     
    “You are a bully Tabby, do you know that?”
     
    Undoing the lower buttons on the awful romper suit, I slid my hand over her stomach, cupping the baby in my large hand. A sigh escapes Rayven as the baby settles down.
     
    “Ha Rayven you may not want or like my touch, But our baby sure does.”
     
    “Shut up and go to sleep.”
     
    “Not without a goodnight kiss.” 
     
    “No sex Tabby.”
     
    “Little Bird you wound me. All I asked for was a kiss.”
     
    A deep defeated sigh escaped from Rayven as she turned her head towards my cheek and placed a kiss there.
     
    “Not that sort of kiss. A grown up kiss.”
     
    This time when Rayven’s lips touch mine, I am ready and I pull the lower lip into my mouth, sucking on the tender pink flesh. The hand, which has been stroking the baby, moved up to her full breast and I began to play with the nipple, flickering it with my thumb, before pressing it between my finger and thumb.
     
    Rayven does not protest, instead she takes the kiss deeper, biting on my upper lip. A groan of pleasure escapes from her mouth, gently caressing the flesh of my upper lip. For a while, I continue with the kiss.
     
    “Rayven we have to quit, I’m fast approaching the stage of no return.”
     
    The gentle nod of her head and the way she reluctantly lets go of my lips tells me Rayven was just as caught up as I was.
     
    When Rayven I have sex, I want there to be no doubt between us. My cock is raging, throbbing and in need of relief. Instead of appeasing our hungers, I return my hold to Rayven’s stomach, So that Rayven is aware of the effect she has on me, I push my cock into the crevice of her back. Punishment for the both of us.
     
    “Tabby?”
     
    “Go to sleep Rayven. We have plenty of time.”
     

Chapter 3
     
     
    He was killing me. Slowly, but he most definitely was killing me.
     
    “We should have got one.”
     
    About to bite into my toast I watch momma as she rolls into the kitchen. A carefree smile on her face. Something, which I have not seen in a long time.
     
    “We should have got one what?”
     
    “A chair lift.”
     
    Tabby was spoiling Momma. We had moved in two weeks ago and momma and her dog were inseparable. The change in momma in such a short time was amazing, and yeah, we should have got her both the chair and a helping dog.
     
    “I’m sorry Momma.”
     
    “Don’t be. How’s my
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