Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I straddled him carefully, mindful of his wounded arm as I settled onto his lap. His skin burned hot against mine, his erection pressed hard between us. I rose up on my knees, positioning him at my entrance before sinking down slowly, taking him inside me inch by inch.
Rocky's breath hitched, his good hand cupping my face with surprising gentleness. "Wren," he breathed, like my name was something sacred.
I rolled my hips, setting a languid pace that bore no resemblance to our previous frantic couplings. His hand slid from my face, down my neck, tracing the curve of my breast with reverence rather than the desperate hunger I'd felt from him before. His thumb brushed over my nipple, drawing a soft gasp from my lips.
"I love the sounds you make," he murmured, repeating the motion. "Like you can't help yourself."
"Shut up," I muttered without heat, my head falling back as pleasure spiraled through me. "You talk too much."
His laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my palms where they rested for balance. "Make me."
I leaned forward, capturing his mouth with mine, swallowing whatever smart-ass reply he might have offered next. His hand moved to my lower back, urging me closer, deeper, as we rocked together in the half-light of my bedroom.
For the first time, I felt like I was truly seeing Rocky. Not the Copperhead killer, not Vittorio's undercover guy, but the man beneath all those layers. And for the first time, I let him see me. Not just Ghost's daughter or the tough girl with a smart mouth, but all of me, even the scared, vulnerable parts I usually kept hidden behind walls of attitude and profanity.
"Fuck," I whispered as heat built at the base of my spine, my thighs beginning to tremble. "Rocky—"
"I'm here," he murmured, his hand sliding between us to find where we joined, his thumb circling my clit with exquisite pressure. "Right here with you, baby."
The endearment, so casual yet so intimate, pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry that I muffled against his shoulder, my body shuddering around him. He followed moments later, his arm tightening around my waist as he groaned my name against my neck, his hips jerking upward.
We stayed like that for a long while, my forehead pressed to his, our breathing gradually slowing. I felt boneless, spent in the best possible way, reluctant to move and break the moment.
Eventually, I eased off him, collapsing onto the bed beside him. He followed me down, his good arm pulling me against his side, my head finding the perfect place on his chest. His heartbeat thrummed steady beneath my ear, a reassuring rhythm that made my eyes grow heavy.
The sudden buzz of his phone on the nightstand shattered our peaceful bubble. Rocky sighed, reaching over to check it, his movement jostling me slightly.
"Vittorio?" I asked, not lifting my head.
"Yeah." He angled the screen so I could see the message:
Jack and Ghost said you're Bound in Blood now?
I snorted. "Ghost said that? Really?"
"Doubt it," Rocky replied, his thumb moving over the screen as he typed his response.
Don't know bout that. But Wren's decided she's keeping me so I'll have to work something out.
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face at his words. "Damn right I'm keeping you," I murmured, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Took too much work to break you in properly."
Tell her I’ve got her bike. Surprisingly no worse for ware. I’ll have one of my men haul it to her.
He set the phone down and pulled me closer, his lips brushing the top of my head. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."
"Don't 'sweetheart' me," I grumbled, even as I curled more tightly against him, careful to avoid his injured arm. "I'm still fully capable of kicking your ass if necessary."
"I'm counting on it." The smile in his voice was evident without me needing to see his face.
“Tori’s having your bike delivered.”
I gasped. “Oh, thank God! I can’t believe I forgot about my baby!”
Outside, the compound stirred with late morning activity, the distant rumble of motorcycles and voices carrying through my partly open window.
I found my forever. My “happy ever after.” Were there still things to work out? Yes. Lots of things. Though, it sounded like Ghost might have made his peace with the situation. More likely, they’d offer Rocky a patch in Bound in Blood to keep an eye on him and reserve judgement.
Whatever came next, we'd face it together. I felt myself drifting toward sleep, content in the knowledge that when I woke, he'd still be there. Because Rocky was going to let me keep him.