Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Moans spilled out of her mouth. Small, mewing sounds, like she couldn’t believe the way her body betrayed her at first before turning into full-on howls. She was lost to me.
“That’s it,” I growled, encouraging and commanding in the same breath.
My thumb found her clit, pressed hard, unforgiving. She rolled her hips in circles, chasing something she didn’t understand. “Get there,” I ordered, teeth gritted, watching her eyes roll back.
Leaning forward, I shifted, sitting upright. She fell into me, tits in my face, nipples like bullets. My cock drove so deep I swore she felt me in her fucking throat. I took her nipple in my mouth, sucked hard, then bit down until she screamed.
Her pussy clamped like a vice, milking me, ripping sounds from her throat that were half sob, half prayer. She convulsed, lost in the storm, collapsing against me while her body wrung me dry.
I wasn’t done. She was lost in her own orgasm, but I hadn’t finished yet.
Hands back on her hips, I controlled her ride, chasing my own edge. Lifting her high, letting her slide almost all the way off, then slamming her back down, over and over until the heat in my gut exploded.
My phone rang just as I spilled inside her, cum flooding her, dripping down my balls, messy and raw. The ringtone cut through the haze, dragging me back to reality.
Slapping her ass, I muttered, “Go.”
She didn’t move. Blissed out, still riding the waves, she just clung to me.
My annoyance spiked. I grabbed her hips, yanked her off, tossed her to the floor like the plaything she was. She whimpered, sprawled out, cum leaking down her thighs.
The phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced. GJ calling.
Fuck.
Rolling to the side, I answered. “Lo.”
“Dad, shit’s bad.” His voice wasn’t his. Panic made it high, sharp, breaking.
Instantly, adrenaline flushed the whiskey and the pussy out of me. I was on my feet, half-stepping over the bunny on the floor, dragging my jeans up without even thinking.
“Where are you?” My voice was sharp, clipped. The Marine in me back to life.
“Pop Squally’s,” he gagged through the phone, the sound of vomit wet and ugly in my ear. “Dad—Squally’s dead!”
My world cracked in two. I wasn’t thinking clearly. Everything spun out of control. My world was coming apart. No it fucking shattered.
“What?!” I roared, shirt half on, boots still unlaced. “Where the fuck are you, and who’s with you?”
“I—I was sent to get Shank’s keys. Pop took ’em. I guess ’cause Shank got wasted. Clutch told me to ride over, grab ’em, save a fight in the morning. Pop was waiting for me, told me hurry, he had shit to do. When I got here…” He gagged again, retching hard enough I could hear his body seize through the phone. “The door was kicked in. Pop’s—” he couldn’t finish, just heaved.
“You call anyone else?”
“No. But I hear sirens. Lights. They’re here.” His voice broke. “Dad, I didn’t—”
“Don’t move,” I snapped. “Don’t talk. I’m on the way.”
I killed the call, texted the officers—
emergency, Pop’s house, now
—then shoved my cut on and roared out into the night.
The road blurred. My mind didn’t.
Pop Squally. Dead. Gone.
Couldn’t happen. I couldn’t let it stick. He wasn’t just president. He was the beginning for Dreadnought. He was the piece that held us together. He’d pulled me out of the sandbox, built this club, gave me a life when I didn’t know what to do outside of the Marines. He was invincible. He couldn’t be … not with us, not part of us.
No.
Not Pop.
Blue lights lit up the driveway like a funeral procession. Sirens wailed low, fading into the night.
I ditched my bike, unsure if I got the kickstand all the way locked in, and ran straight for the cruiser. I had one thought the moment my eyes locked to his. Save him. My son sat in the back, caged, wrists cuffed, face pale.
“GJ!” I banged on the glass. “What is this?”
His eyes were wide, hollow. “No one will tell me shit. They rolled up right after I hung up with you. Next thing I know, I’m in cuffs.”
“Sir, you need to back away.” The voice snapped sharp, female.
I turned. Waverly. Cop blues hugging her curves, hair tied tight. Same eyes I remembered from nights past, when she wasn’t a badge but a woman in my bed.
“Oh, fuck me,” I muttered. “It gonna be you tonight, Waverly?”
“Don’t do this shit, Gonzo.” She stepped into my space, chest to chest, eyes steady. “Your kid’s in real trouble. Best thing you can do? Get on your bike and leave. Call your boys off. I know they aren’t far behind. GJ is in trouble, don’t make it worse. Get him an attorney. A good one. I’ll text you when he’s booked. Come in the morning, bail him out.”