Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“I never wanted anyone else, Hardy. I still don’t.”
She’d been more than willing to date someone just to try to hurt Hardy. Then she’d thought twice about dating someone else. What was the point? She’d go from hurting Hardy to hurting the person she was using. Rose wasn’t a vicious person, nor was she manipulative. She didn’t know who’d she’d turned into the past year, but she didn’t recognize herself. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, not even Hardy, not really.
He slid his fingers over her beaded nipple, and she shuddered at the contact. Rose needed him. She needed him to fuck her.
“I want you.”
“Not tonight, not yet. When I fuck you, Rose, you’re going to have my ring back on your finger, and you’re going to let me back in here.” He pressed his hand over her heart. “I’m not going to accept anything less.” Hardy leaned in close so his nose was against her throat. “It doesn’t mean I can’t play, and give you what you need.”
“I need you, Hardy.”
He caressed down her body going to the front of her ratty old shirt. The shirt went to mid-thigh. She couldn’t look away from him as he teased his fingers slid up the inside of her left thigh. Gasping, Rose would have fallen if it hadn’t been for Hardy’s hands holding her up. He cupped her pussy, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties, sliding over her slit, up to her clit. Hardy circled the bud then slid down to her cunt.
“You’re wet for me, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you, Hardy. I want you pushing me against the bed and fucking me so hard that I’m screaming for it.”
“Keep going.”
“I want to suck your cock until you’re hard for me, then I want to push you to the bed, and climb on top. I know you love it when I ride you.”
“Fuck, baby, you know how to get a man hot for you.” He sucked on her neck, and she moaned as his tongue flicked across her pulse. She was hyper aware, and no one could stop or tame her need in that moment.
Hardy went from fucking her with his fingers to stroking over her clit. Each touch heightened her arousal a little more. It had been too long since he’d touched her. Before she was pregnant they’d been using each other.
Wrong. You’d been using him.
You selfish bitch.
You need to stop.
She cut off all thought and focused on Hardy’s touch.
“When you’re ready for me, Rose, I’m going to fuck you so damn hard you’re not going to remember your fucking name.”
“Yes,” she said, begging him for more.
He flicked her clit, pinching, and caressing.
She couldn’t hold off her orgasm anymore, and she came, screaming his name.
Hardy held her throughout giving her the comfort, and the support that only he could.
This is your man. The love of your life.
He picked her up in his arms, carrying her to her bed. Hardy settled her inside, cupping her cheek.
“You can stay,” she said.
“Not until you’re ready for me. I told you, Rose, I’m not going to take your for granted. I’m going to earn my place in your life, and in your heart.”
Hardy pressed a kiss to her lips, then stood. She watched him walk out of her room, and a spark of hope erupted inside her. Maybe, just maybe they had a chance.
****
“You’ve got to do something about him, Lash.” Whizz paced Lash and Angel’s sitting room. He’d left Lacey back at the clubhouse while he handled this.
Lash leaned against the wall as Whizz paced.
“What do you want me to do? Tiny gave him the all clear.”
“You’re the Prez now, Lash. You’re the one that calls the shots.”
“I’ve known Gash my entire life. Him getting sent down for rape nearly broke the whole fucking club. You weren’t there before. I was. You didn’t know the man Gash was. Otherwise you wouldn’t be pacing my sitting room right now,” Lash said.
“Could you keep it down?” Angel said, coming into the room. She was pulling on a robe. “Anthony’s sleeping, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Whizz nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“This about Gash?” Angel asked, moving to Lash’s side.
She was too soft for the brother she’d fallen in love with. Lash wrapped his arms around his woman, and the two looked so odd together that it was almost right. She was soft while he was hard. They were the chalk and cheese of the biker world, only it worked.
“Yeah, baby,” Lash said, kissing her head.
Whizz told her everything that had happened after Lash gave a nod of his head.
For a few seconds Angel didn’t say anything, but he saw she was thinking everything through.
“We need to give Gash the benefit of the doubt.”
“We do?”
“He’s hurting, and he’s needs closure on this.”