Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Just… accept Gunnar for the man he is. I know he can’t do the things with your company his brothers can because of his background. But he’s a good man who would literally give everything to protect his family.”
“I know, honey. I’ve always been proud of Gunnar. All my boys turned out to be great men, but Gunnar is ruthless in a way the others never could be. Mama was right. It was best you got away from me during the years when a boy becomes a man. We’d have been at each other’s throats constantly, and your mother would have divorced me.”
“Yeah, well, the Marines would have been a preferred choice.”
“While I’d have preferred the military to have been in your future instead of prison, I can’t regret what you did or condemn you for it. You protected your sister with everything you had. You did what you thought was the best thing for her in a very fuckin’ bad situation.” He grinned. “I look at it this way. You went to prison and came out a better man for it. That’s something very difficult to accomplish.”
“Don’t know about better, but I’m pretty sure I’m meaner.”
“Christ, I’ve missed you, son.” Cain cleared his throat. Yeah. I got it.
“Damned dust. I’m definitely gonna have to have a word with Torpedo.”
Chapter Eleven
Pippa
When Gunnar and I were finally alone, I had a good cry. And really. It had been a long time coming. Had it only been two days since Gunnar had rescued me? It felt like a lifetime ago. Part of me was afraid this was all a dream. An illusion I’d convinced myself was real to escape the hell I’d been thrust into. But every time I went to sleep, I woke up with Gunnar wrapped around me. He had barely left my side, and only when I had to go to the bathroom. It should have felt smothering. Instead, it felt right. Like this was how my life was supposed to be. It was definitely how I wanted it to be from now on.
“Whatcha doin’, babe?” Gunnar came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. His beard tickled that sensitive spot and I giggled.
“Waiting on you. I thought we’d spend the night at home.” We’d been given indefinite use of the warehouse flat and I was growing to love the wide-open spaces. The place really was fantastic. And so not what I expected from a motorcycle club. Probably why stereotypes weren’t all they were cracked up to be.
“Stay home? You don’t want to go to a wild party?” He grinned against my neck sending shivers through my body.
“Didn’t say that.” I reached behind me and between us to cup the front of his jeans. His cock was rapidly hardening, which was exactly what I wanted.
“Oh? So, you do want to have a wild party.” He grinned down at me.
“Absolutely. Pretty sure we can have as wild a party as you want right here.”
Gunnar growled low in his throat, his hands tightening on my hips. “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
I turned in his arms to face him, pressing my body flush against his. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
His eyes darkened with lust as he gazed down at me. Without warning, he scooped me up and tossed me over his shoulder, striding purposefully toward the bed in the far corner of the big flat. I squealed in delight, playfully smacking his firm ass.
“Oh, you’re in for it now,” he rumbled.
He tossed me onto the bed and crawled over me, caging me in with his muscular arms. Gunnar lowered his face to mine, taking my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as our tongues danced.
“Gonna fuck you in a bit. When I do, you’re gonna scream my name at the top of your lungs. Everybody in the whole Goddamned compound is gonna know who you belong to, woman.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, arching up against him. “Fuck me!”
He growled low in his throat and captured my lips in another scorching kiss. His hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I tugged impatiently at his shirt, needing to feel his bare skin against mine.
Gunnar sat back on his heels and yanked his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly aside. I raked my gaze hungrily over his tattooed, muscular torso. I reached out to trace the intricate designs inked on his skin, marveling at the contrast between the hard planes of muscle and the softer dusting of hair.
“Like what you see?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“You know I do,” I replied breathlessly.
In response, he gripped the hem of my shirt and shoved it over my head before shedding my bra as well. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured, palming a breast in each hand. I gasped as he lowered his mouth to one stiff peak and sucked.