Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
She was also gorgeous and hot as fuck in her body-hugging jeans and the halter top that showed a little more skin than I liked, but not enough to demand she cover up without sounding like an asshole. When I wasn’t admiring her adorable chatter and keen intelligence, I was fighting a hard-on and the instinct to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the nearest empty bedroom.
As we got ready to leave, Stella walked over and gave Poppy an affectionate hug. “We’re so glad you came today. Don’t be a stranger, okay?”
Poppy smiled a little shyly, glancing up at me and radiating happiness. I basked in the glow. Then she looked at Stella again and nodded enthusiastically. “I won’t. Thank you so much for having me.”
Stella turned to me, her brown eyes narrowing slightly as she pointed a finger and warned, “Don’t screw this up, Ace. All the old ladies like Poppy. We want to keep her.”
I arched a brow, my lips curving slightly. “You don’t trust me to treat her right?”
She snorted softly, arms folding across her chest as she leveled a teasing stare at me. “Just saying, if you do manage to screw this up, we’ll just have to find another Hound to claim her.”
A primal growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it, the thought of Poppy with anyone else sending a surge of furious heat racing through me. “Over my dead fucking body.”
Stella smirked knowingly, clearly pleased with my reaction. “Exactly the answer I was hoping for.”
I rolled my eyes, then glanced down at Poppy. Her eyes sparkled as she stared up at me with the pretty pink color on her cheeks that I loved.
She was so fucking beautiful. And mine. Only mine.
“Time to go, baby,” I muttered.
Without waiting for her reply, I interlaced our fingers and led her toward my bike. Her smaller hand gripped mine tightly, trusting as I swung onto the Harley and helped her settle behind me. After we put on our helmets, she pressed close, her curves molding against my back as her arms slipped around my waist, gripping me tightly.
I fired up the engine, the rumble vibrating beneath us. Her thighs tightened instinctively around mine, and fuck if that didn’t just make me harder. I twisted the throttle, pulling away from the compound, the growl of my Harley echoing into the night.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, my entire body was coiled with hunger, my restraint rapidly fraying with every second of her soft curves pressed against me. Her fingers gripped the edges of my cut, anchoring herself to me as though she couldn’t bear even an inch of space between us.
I parked in the garage, the engine cutting off with a final deep rumble. As soon as our helmets were stowed, I took her hand and practically dragged her toward the door.
The moment we stepped inside, I slammed the door shut, spinning her around and pressing her back against the cool, hard surface of the wall. My mouth found hers, hard and demanding, claiming her with the intensity of my kiss. Her lips parted instantly, a needy moan slipping out as her tongue tangled boldly with mine, matching my passion stroke for stroke.
Her hands moved restlessly over me, pushing my cut from my shoulders. Her fingers explored greedily as they slipped under the hem of my shirt, her nails scraping lightly over my abs before gliding up my chest. Heat flared wherever she touched, my muscles tightening under her teasing caresses.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, breaking the kiss to drag my lips along her jaw and down the sensitive skin of her throat. “You’re mine. You know that, right? Only mine.”
I nipped sharply at her pulse, relishing the sweet, breathy gasp that escaped her lips. “Yours.”
Pressing my body harder into hers, I trapped her between me and the wall, my cock already rock-hard and throbbing against her heat.
I nuzzled the delicate shell of her ear, my voice low and raspy as I whispered, “I can’t wait long enough to get to the damn bed. You ready for me to fuck you right here against this wall, baby? Gonna bury myself so deep, you won’t remember how to walk straight.”
Poppy shivered in anticipation, her breath quickening against my throat.
My hands moved roughly over her body, yanking her halter top off and tossing it aside. A low growl escaped my throat when I discovered her tits were bare, no bra in sight.
“Fucking hell, baby,” I rumbled darkly, my eyes blazing as I cupped her breasts. “Good thing I didn’t know you had nothing under this top at the clubhouse. I would’ve hauled you into the nearest bedroom to fuck you. Or killed any brother whose gaze lingered too long.”
Her eyes widened for a second before a soft giggle escaped her lips, abruptly dying when she saw the fierce truth in my expression. But instead of shrinking back in fear, she shivered, her breath hitching sharply with desire.