Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I draw a deep breath, willing my heart to slow down a little, before it just pops out of my chest and runs away. "Wow." I wet my lips. "You guys… I'm okay. Thanks to you guys, but I'm okay."
Beast snorts. "I'm one for living in the moment, but there's no way I'm gonna accept that the woman I love runs off and gets herself captured by baddies. You're starting to develop a fucking history, baby, and—"
My brain short circuits a moment. "Wait, hold it. What did you just say?"
Beast looks at me like I'm slow. "You're starting to develop a—"
"No, before that."
Catching on, he grins. "What, about the woman I love?"
Something melts inside me, making my eyes sting. It's been a short time since we met, but if there's anything I've learned about bikers, is that they love fast and hard, and don't mess around when they've found their woman. The club is full of women who've found that out. And now it's my turn. "You love me."
"Of course I fucking love you. We all do."
"But you've never said it."
Piston spins me to face him so I can see his sexy smile. "That's because you're always off getting captured by assholes out there. We can't tell you we love you, when we're constantly fighting them off."
"How about now?" I smile right back, waiting eagerly.
He laughs. "I love you. I fucking love you. How's that."
"Fucking perfect." And it is. I spin to face Zero, who hasn't said it yet.
And he doesn't. "I owe you a spanking," he says instead. "Gotta clear your debts before we go there."
I blink at him. "I thought you were kidding."
"Do I look like a man who jokes?" He's completely deadpan.
"I… um, how do we do this, then? Should I—"
"Clothes off and over my lap." Taking my wrist, he pulls me with him over to the couch, and sits himself down, right in the middle. "Strip." His demeanor softens, just for a moment. "Let me see how fucking sexy you look."
My skin tingles, goosebumps rising at his hard, dominant tone. It's a voice that doesn't even entertain the notion of not being obeyed. And it's got me so wet that I'm surprised it's not leaking down my leg. "Yes, Sir," I reply, then cross my arms over my chest to pull my shirt up over my head. I throw it at him, and he takes it and presses it against his nose, inhaling my scent without losing eye contact for a moment.
I don't know exactly how he plans to play this out, but I'm so eager to find out that the rest of my clothes follow suit, until I'm completely naked and exposed to him. I cross my arms over my breasts by instinct, but he interrupts. "Hands off. Never fucking hide what's mine. You're so fucking pretty that it's a crime to cover that body up. Come here." He sounds a million percent serious.
I get on the couch next to him. The power imbalance of all three of them still being fully dressed while I don't have a stitch on excites me. The way they appreciate me makes me want to be naked for them, to know that they're obsessing over my body, that they want nothing more than to touch it, to kiss it, to put themselves inside it. Inside me.
Zero pats his lap. "Come on, lie across it."
I crawl onto him, letting him position me until my waist is over his lap, my butt up in the air and my face down on the couch. He puts his strong hand onto one of my ass cheeks like a declaration of intent. The other arm rests over my shoulder blades, keeping me in place.
"What are you getting punished for, baby girl?"
Oh God. "For getting myself into trouble?"
"Like…"
"For going to the dog breeder without one of you. For going to the gala without telling you. And for going to help Carl without telling you." Maybe there's more, but that's all I can think of.
Zero caresses my ass with the flat of his palm. My whole body is wired, knowing that it might happen any moment, and not sure what it's going to be like. Part of me is terrified, the other part wants to rip his pants open and impale myself on the hard cock I know is inside them.
"There's a pattern here. What's the pattern?"
"To always tell you when going somewhere dangerous?"
He chuckles. "Close enough." He pulls back suddenly and then smacks his hand into my ass. I squeal out loud, though once I take stock, I think I was more surprised than hurt. It stung, but not too hard. He caresses my cheeks again. "Fuck, your ass is fantastic."
"Thanks?"
Smack! I suck in a sharp gasp of air and swallow nervously.
"Thank you, what?" he says in the tone Nat would use when I was younger and forgot to say please.