Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
She tilts her head over one shoulder, those big blue eyes inviting me closer, before bending forward and pushing her ass out in my direction. Her matching white lace panties brush over my cock, making my body spasm in electric anticipation.
I slide my hand between our bodies, at first to get her excited, but her silky liquid coats the digit in an instant, telling me she’s ready for me.
“Don’t waste time, just give it to me,” she coos. “Someone’s gonna realize we’re back here soon.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and, with a single tug, they fall to the floor. My cock springs out, settling in the groove of her ass and that alone is enough to make my legs turn to jelly.
Peeling her panties to the side with one hand, I guide my erection to her pussy with the other. My breathing hastens the closer I get until I’m panting and moaning. Haven’t even penetrated her, and I’m already a mess.
“I fucking love you, you know that?” It pours out of me as my tip slots against her entrance. A wide ‘o’ shape forms on Gracie’s mouth, and her eyes widen to the size of the moon, but I don’t allow her the time to process it before sliding deeper into her wetness.
She howls, and those wide eyes shift to rolling with every inch. Until I’m sunk to the hilt, squeezing her hips for stability, and panting.
Gracie wriggles her ass against my throbbing manhood, taking a few seconds to accustom to the fullness.
“I fucking love your cock.” She starts grinding from side to side, taking control and sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my body. “I fucking love that you’ll do anything for me.” Slow and steady, she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, sliding all the way up my cock. “I fucking love you.” Finally, she plunges back, slamming my full length back inside her, with erratic, elated sounds blasting through the quietness.
Hard as I try, there’s no holding back. With my hands still firmly gripped on Gracie’s side, I meet her thrust for thrust. She sputters and makes noises that drive me crazy, now and then trying to look at me over her shoulder. She never makes it all the way when another thrust sinks her head into the table.
And if I could go on forever, I would. Stuck in time with her right here, in bliss, happiness, and pleasure.
But where the mind is willing, my body is weak. My balls start to tighten after what feels like seconds. My toes start to curl, and my muscles start to stiffen.
No, not yet.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Gracie asks, like she can read my damn thoughts.
I don’t even have the strength to answer. Cresting over the edge of glory, as my body’s betrayal releases in an earth-shattering explosion, toppling me forward on top of her.
I find the strength to move, flopping to her side on the table, my rapid breathing, uncontrollable. She spins around too, frantically giggling, letting her hand find its way to my aching manhood.
“Y’know, they’ll probably axe you for bringing me back here, right?” I speak when some semblance of strength returns to me, staring at the long tube light on the ceiling.
“Fuck ‘em then,” she says, mimicking the action of smoking a cigarette. “I don’t need anything else as long as I’m at your side.”
“You’re damn right about that. Two drifters, together through life.” I slide an arm under her neck and pull her closer to me. “Now, let’s get out of here before the cops come.”
And like two naughty kids up to no good, we do leave. Out of here and into the rest of our lives together.
EPILOGUE
GRACIE
Six Months Later
“Now, I don’t know what you did to get this boy on a leash, but please, keep it tight,” Knight says, and the entire table of bikers erupts into raucous laughter.
In the distance, the sound of rumbling engines from the last few Riders pulling into the outdoor barbecue fills the air. Getting used to spending time with this rough-and-tumble sort came easier than I thought it would. Though I know what they do, the good and the bad, they’ve always made me feel welcome.
“Who says it isn’t the other way around?” I turn to my fiancé, giving him a wink. “Don’t you know I’m the wild cat between us?”
Another bout of joyous laughter follows.
“Well, Gracie, you’re a fantastic addition to this little family of ours. Don’t listen to Knight. He knows who wears the pants in this relationship,” Lora teases him and jabs a soft elbow into his belly.
“And let’s face it, neither I nor Talon would have it any other way.” Knight nods, but the tender smile on his face as he looks into his wife’s eyes is enough to melt my heart. “Now, while I have everyone here, let’s get down to business.”