Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
I wound my arms around her waist, drawing her against me as I lowered my head until my lips were at her ear. “Say the word, and we’ll christen that one, too,” I huskily whispered in her ear.
Her body shuddered against mine in response, and her beautiful, brown eyes met mine, mischief shining in their depths. She gripped my cut, pulling me harder against her. I growled softly as I lightly pressed my thigh between her legs. Her breath hitched in her throat, and I grinned wickedly. “Send them out,” she whispered. “We’re closed for business for the rest of the day.”
I sure as fuck didn’t have to be told twice.
I turned and looked at my crew. “Out!” I barked. “Shut the gates on your way out. We’re closed.”
With that, I gently pressed my lips to hers, being extra careful due to the bruises on her face.
But when I got her on that worktable, I fucked her so hard that I had no doubt that my club members could hear her screams all the way inside of the clubhouse.
She was mine, and I planned on making sure everyone knew it.
My gaze instantly locked on Adelaide as if drawn to her by an unseeable force. She was stepping out of the back hallway from my room, her hair damp from her shower. She was wearing a pair of my sweatpants and one of my shirts. My throat bobbed as I swallowed.
Fuck me, she looked even sexier in my clothes.
Mel was currently holding Tristan’s attention, and I was thankful that Adelaide didn’t even give him a second glance as she strode toward me, meaning that I didn’t have to feel all of that fucking anger and jealousy. I hated it when she looked at him, and even more, I hated the guilt that flashed in her eyes every time she did.
I might have been a bit more understanding about the entire situation if he had at least tried to understand her, but he never tried. Fuck, even Joey eventually got the memo with her but not Tristan.
Adelaide was fragile. No matter how much of a strong front she put up, Adelaide was just a broken woman begging to be loved properly.
My hands landed on her hips when she got close enough to me, and I drew her between my legs as I settled my hands on her ass, squeezing lightly.
Fuck, I loved this ass of hers, and the more weight she gained, the bigger her perfect ass got.
“How’s your face feel?” I softly asked as I reached up to gently run my fingertips over her bruises.
She shrugged. “Kind of used to the pain by now, so I’m fine.”
I clenched my jaw at the reminder that she was so fucking used to physical pain that it didn’t even bother her anymore. It shouldn’t be like that. It should have never been like that.
Darlin, you’ll never have to worry about pain like that ever again, I silently promised her. I was here to protect her now. I’d never let another son of a bitch touch her again—not if I could help it.
“Mel!” Gregory shouted, making Mel jump in fright, snapping her eyes over to my sergeant at arms. I smoothed my hands up Adelaide’s back, calming her when she tensed in my arms in response to the sudden, loud noise. “Quit fucking around and serve drinks like you’re supposed to,” he snarled at her.
“Hey, watch how the fuck you talk to her,” Adelaide snapped at him, her eyes sparking fire. I gently squeezed her waist, hoping to calm her down some. Adelaide was naturally protective over other women, which was understandable. And I would always back her up. “Do you treat all fucking women like shit?” she demanded to know.
I ran my eyes over her face at her words. What the fuck had Gregory done that she hadn’t told me about? “Girly, I get that you’re River’s woman, but you don’t get to pop off at the mouth anytime you feel like it,” he snapped back at her.
Actually, she fucking did. And as long as she was being reasonable, I would always back her up in whatever the fuck she did or wanted. Old ladies were meant to support their old men, but good old men supported their old ladies, too.
“I knew there was a fucking reason I haven’t liked you since I stepped foot in this fucking clubhouse,” she sneered back at him.
I slid my hands down and gripped her ass, drawing those beautiful eyes of hers to me. “What the fuck did he do, darlin’?” I asked her, drawing her furious eyes to me.
“He’s just been warning me about my mouth since I stepped in here, and he seems to have a real fucking shitty view on women,” she snarled. I knew she wasn’t angry with me, but I squeezed her ass again as a quiet reminder that I wasn’t the one she was pissed at. Her eyes softened slightly, but her jaw was still clenched.