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)
He pressed me against the shower wall, lifting me easily as he removed his fingers from my sopping core. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning when he began peppering kisses down my neck. “Fuck, I really want to draw this out—” he started, but I cut him off, grabbing his face in my hands and kissing him hungrily.
I needed him inside of me.
Muttering an expletive against my lips, he thrust up into me. “River!” I choked out, throwing my head back against the tiled wall.
He gripped my wrists and pushed them above my head. Holding my wrists in his large hand and his other hand gripping my ass, he thrust in and out of me hard, his lips trailing kisses over every part of my body that he could reach.
And I swore that when I came, I saw fucking stars.
I snatched my phone off the counter next to where I was sitting at the bar in my kitchen eating a bowl of sugary cereal. Henry’s name popped up on the screen. I sighed, knowing he was calling me in to cover someone’s shift. It was the only reason he ever called me. “Yes?” I asked when I answered, putting it on speaker as River set a cup of decaf coffee in front of me.
I shot him a thankful smile. He leaned down and softly kissed me in response.
“I know tonight is your night off, but one of the dancers called out. I need you to fill in,” Henry informed me as River leaned back against the kitchen counter near my sink.
“Out of the fucking question,” River snarled, alerting Henry to his presence. I swung my alarmed eyes to River’s. I did not leave Tristan’s club just to have my moves dictated by another man. “The only thing Adelaide will do at that bar is serve drinks. Find another dancer.”
“River, I don’t have any other dancers—” Henry started, but River cut him off, his voice cold and full of authority.
“Are you fucking arguing with me right now?” River barked, making me swallow at the rage that spilled into his voice. He reached over and trailed his fingers over my cheek, soothing me, his eyes soft as they locked with mine.
“No, Prez,” Henry quickly answered. “I’ll find another dancer.”
Henry hung up, and I looked up at River. “Was that necessary?” I asked him. “I could have used the extra money.”
River leaned back against the kitchen counter again, taking a sip from his coffee. “You won’t be dancing, Adelaide,” He stated as if his word was final. I gritted my teeth. I was my own woman, and I was so sick of men dictating my fucking moves. “You’re lucky that I’m letting you continue to serve drinks at that bar, but I understand your need for independence, so I’m not stopping you.” Some of the fight left me at his words. “Dancing for a bunch of sleazy assholes is where I draw the line though. And if you need extra money, that’s what I’m here for. You’re not alone anymore, darlin’,” he reminded me. “From here on out, what’s mine is yours.”
My heart warmed at his words.
He understood me. I hadn’t been understood in a long fucking time.
A knock sounded on my front door, and River set his coffee down, moving to answer it. He came into the kitchen a moment later with his VP, Sam—the asshole from last night. “Sons of Death has finally gotten back with me,” Sam informed River, making me jerk my eyes up from my bowl of cereal. My heart pounded hard in my chest at the thought of having to face Tristan again. I couldn’t take the broken, betrayed expression in his eyes. It cut me deep. I knew I’d hurt him, but dammit, he’d hurt me numerous times, too.
“Tristan refuses to work with us, but Troy doesn’t mind,” Sam informed River. I grunted. River chuckled, knowing me and Troy always tended to butt heads. “He wants to set up an exchange three days from now.”
River nodded. “Set up a time and location and get back with me on it,” River told him.
“Already did,” Sam informed him. “At the bar in a few days.”
River looked over at me for a second before he nodded. “That works. I’ll have Adelaide serve our table that night.” River smirked at me. “Try not to drop the tray this time,” he teased.
I scowled, making him chuckle. He leaned over and brushed his lips with mine. “Finish your breakfast, darlin’.”
“Hey, baby doll, bring your pretty little ass over here and get me a beer!” a man shouted through the loud noise of the bar, making me scowl at him as I snatched a beer from the cooler behind me and popped the top off for him.
I slammed the beer in front of him with a disgusted look his way. I fucking hated it when men gave me little pet names. The shit pissed me off.