Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
And I didn’t think I’d ever seen anything as beautiful as right then. This woman spread out for me as I buried my cock deep in the warm, wet welcome of her body.
“Look at you,” I rushed at her ear as I drove into her from behind. “Look at you. You are the sun rising, Emery Voss. You are the light on my darkest day.”
“It’s us,” she whispered, her mouth parted as harsh pants gusted from her lungs.
“Us.” I claimed it where I buried my face in her neck.
Energy bound.
Careening and inciting as I drove into her over and over.
Friction and light sparking in the middle of us.
Igniting in the room.
That fire that had lit in a single glance burning up the walls.
“Kane…I need…I…”
“You have it. It’s yours. Take it.” Our gazes tangled in the mirror as I fucked her hard and rough, fingers swirling around her clit.
Driving the pleasure higher.
The tension winding.
Desire coating the air and licking across our skin.
“Kane.”
“Let go, baby. Give me the pleasure you’ve been aching for. Surrender it to me.”
And she did.
She let go.
Gave into the bliss that I could feel streaking across her skin. Every inch of her throbbed, her pussy gripping me in a pulsating vise that sent me soaring right behind her.
A splintering of ecstasy.
A height I’d never touched on before. Not before her.
“Emery. Fuck.” I clutched her to me as I pulsed and poured.
She spasmed and gasped, both her arms locked around the back of my neck as she fully gave herself over to me.
Her weight and her heart in my hands.
I held her there for what could have been forever.
A moment.
Eternity.
The two of us elevated above everything else.
Where a dawning showed us exactly where we were destined to be.
I gathered her closer, my arms surrounding her and my mouth on her cheek.
“Stay with me, Emery. And I don’t mean temporarily. Because I don’t think I can let you go.”
FORTY-TWO
KANE
Twenty-Six Years Old
Kane was well aware that he had spent the last decade in a spiral. Taking a straight nosedive into depravity.
Into greed and immorality and every kind of wickedness. Doing the bidding of the MC.
So far gone from the boy his mother had believed he was, she would not have recognized him if he were standing in front of her.
But she couldn’t stand in front of him, could she?
Couldn’t see the vile perversion that he’d become.
He wondered when it was all going to catch up to him.
It was insane that he’d let himself go so far while his loyalty and love for his crew remained, but he guessed it was the same for all of them.
Each running at the cruel beckoning of Cutter, the president of their MC.
Kane couldn’t decide if it was because there was a boot on the back of his neck or if he did it of his own free will.
If he did it because he got a sick satisfaction in the power and money or if it was just because he couldn’t be destined for anything else.
“He has you running again?” River asked from over the volume of the heavy metal music that screamed from the speakers. He was lounged back in a stool at the dive where they always hung out.
The grungy walls were filled with Iron Owls. The only women there with the sole intention of riding their cocks.
Hoping for the privilege of then riding on the back of their bikes.
That was shit that was never going to happen with him. He loved to fuck, but he was never one to bother with a name.
“Apparently, I’m the best.” He sent River a big grin.
Otto took a swig of his beer. “Or maybe the most expendable,” he razzed.
“Fuck you, man.” Kane was standing next to him, and he jostled his elbow into the brute’s side.
Otto laughed.
Kane’s chest tightened.
He didn’t hear that sound nearly enough since the dude was always fretting about his baby sister who kept getting herself and River’s sister, Raven, into trouble.
Grimness filled River’s dark features, and he lowered his voice as his attention skated to the back of the bar where another group of Owls were snorting a fucking mountain of coke and passing around a bottle of tequila. “Be careful of Tyke and Kelp. Don’t trust either one of those fuckers.”
Kane barely glanced in their direction where they were partying with the rest.
Kane had a mind that River had come not to trust anyone in the club other than their family, plus Trent and Jud, Cutter’s sons. It was becoming clear that there was no love lost between Cutter and the two, either, and since Kane and his brothers were tight with Trent and Jud, it made Kane speculative, too.
But he still had his job to do.
A runner.
The gun who made things right if a delivery went south.
Weapons.
Drugs.
Whatever illicit materials needed to get from the south and across the US.