Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 209(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“Oh my gosh, she’s adorable,” I cooed, completely enchanted. “Hi, sweet girl.”
The three women laughed with me as Nella grabbed for my ponytail. For a few perfect minutes, I forgot about black-market secrets, my parents’ disapproval, and everything else.
I didn’t realize I was still smiling like a fool until I glanced up and caught sight of Thayer standing in the doorway.
He watched me with an expression I’d never seen on his face before. It was almost reverent. Like the sight of me holding Nella, laughing freely in his world, had knocked something loose inside him.
My breath caught, and I felt something click into place deep in my soul.
This life could be mine if I was brave enough to reach for it.
My cheeks heated under his stare, and I gently handed Nella to Jana, who gave me a knowing little smirk as I stood.
“Ready to go?” I asked, trying to sound casual even though my pulse was racing.
Thayer crossed the room and slid his hand to the small of my back. “Yeah. Let’s head home.”
I liked how he described it as “home” rather than “his house.” Because his world was starting to feel exactly like that to me, much more than the mansion I’d grown up in.
We said quick goodbyes, and he promised that I’d come back soon. The ride back was as peaceful as it had been on the way here. This was only my second time riding with him on his motorcycle, but I already loved it. Thoughts of being able to do this for the rest of my life lit something joyful inside me. And the memory of our time on his bike that first night in his garage kept my skin tingling.
The moment we stepped inside his house, the door barely clicked shut before he turned me toward him. His gaze was hungry now, but it still carried the softer edge I’d seen at the clubhouse. “Come here, beautiful.”
He took my hand and led me straight to the bedroom. Once inside, he backed me up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. His hands moved with deliberate care as he caught the hem of my shirt and slowly lifted it over my head, letting it drop to the floor.
“You have no idea what you did to me back there.” His fingers traced the line of my collarbone, then down between my breasts. “Seeing you sitting with the old ladies, holding a baby and laughing. Fuck, Hadley. You looked perfect.”
“I really enjoyed it. Thanks for bringing me.”
“Don’t want your gratitude, baby.” He unhooked my bra and slid it down my arms, his eyes following every inch of skin he revealed. “You fit in my world so damn well. Like you were always meant to be here. Not playing some polished role for people who never really saw you. This is where you belong.”
Unable to push words past the lump in my throat, I nodded.
His hands moved to my pants, dragging them down my legs along with my panties until I stood completely bare in front of him. He took his time looking at me, his hands skimming over my hips, waist, and ribs like he was memorizing every curve.
“You’re mine.” He pulled me flush against him. “And I’m keeping you right where you belong.”
I shivered at the raw honesty in his voice, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered, and it made my fear about my past fade into the background. All I could focus on was the man I was quickly falling for.
Thayer’s hands were everywhere, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I was gasping.
“You have any idea how fucking hard I was watching you at the clubhouse?” he growled. “I wanted to rip those panties off so I could fuck you until you feel me inside you for days.”
Heat flooded my face and pooled between my legs.
“Do you like the sound of that, baby?” He leaned down, forcing me to lie back until I was spread out beneath him. “Want me to fuck you so deep you scream my name and can’t remember anything but me?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want that. Please, Thayer.”
“Thank fuck.”
His mouth crashed down on mine in a hot, demanding kiss. I melted instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pulled him closer. His tongue swept in, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured against my lips, the praise making me clench with need.
He kissed down my throat, sucking hard enough to leave marks before he moved lower. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I arched off the mattress with a cry. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue, while his hand kneaded my other breast.
“These perfect tits,” he groaned, switching sides. “So fucking pretty when they bounce for me.”