Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I let her slip gently to the floor, and only when she was steady on her feet did I rip off the tool belt and drop it to the floor along with my jeans.
They caught around my boots, along with my underwear.
The phone and keys that were in my pockets hit the floor so hard that there’s no way that the people in the other rooms hadn’t heard it.
I knew that I looked silly as fuck, but I wanted to be inside of her about as much as I wanted to take my next breath.
She obviously did, too, because she hopped into my arms and wound those beautiful legs around my waist.
My cock bobbed as I kissed her, bouncing against her pussy with each beat of my heart.
She moaned, reaching back to catch my cock so she could press it against herself.
Her hips started to move, coating my cock with her flowing juices.
“Inside me.” She pulled back, lifting her hips as she did.
I helped her by holding her up, watching as she lined my cock up with her entrance.
Both of our eyes were downcast, watching where we were about to be joined.
“Now, Audi,” she ordered.
I smiled and slowly lowered her down onto my cock, watching as her pussy engulfed me.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” I groaned. “Why are you so warm inside?”
It felt like I was sinking my cock into an electrical socket.
Shocks of pleasure zinged through my body, starting in my balls and shooting straight down the length of my spine.
“Goddamn,” she breathed, her hips jerking. “I have no clue why I feel so hot inside, but let’s talk about how deep you reach. I’ve never felt like this before.”
A dark thought entered my head, making me stutter inside of her for a second before I picked up the pace.
My mind going there wasn’t ever going to do any good.
I couldn’t change the past, but I could mold our future.
Fingers tightening around her hips, I pulled her down onto my cock as I used my thighs to thrust upward.
She gasped, her head falling back, and caught some of her hair on a stray nail.
Neither one of us stopped to untangle it as I took her.
Deep, hard, rough thrusts as my mind went dark.
I wanted to keep her.
I wanted to fill her belly with babies.
I wanted to live the rest of my life making her happy.
I wanted to wake up every day, watch her with our babies, and go to work while I knew they were safe at home with her.
I wanted to roll over in the middle of the night and reach for her. Pull her into my arms.
There were a hundred thousand things that I’d thought about over the years—missed and wanted. I’d watched several of my club brothers find their happily ever after, and I wanted that, too.
I wanted her to be mine.
I wanted to marry her.
I wanted to grow so old that we could finish each other’s sentences.
I wanted it all.
A warm, soft hand pressed against my cheek, and I opened my eyes.
Equal intensity met my own, and I knew that she was on the same page as me.
I slammed myself home at the same time I leaned forward and kissed her.
Our tongues tangled, my ass flexed, and then I was swallowing her scream of completion.
And when it was time to pull out…I didn’t.
Twenty
Be honest. The best sex you’ve ever had was with someone that was basically insane.
—Creole to Audric
CREOLE
“This is something…”
I grinned at Searcy’s thoughts.
“It’s a man’s shop.” I chuckled. “I don’t mind all the mostly naked women. I think it’s funny.”
“I guess I don’t mind, either,” she admitted. “I think. That woman has better boobs than me, though. I feel like it’s a taunt.”
“You have great boobs,” Aella pointed out.
Aella, Searcy, Baker and Silver were standing in Audric’s office with me taking it all in.
Audric had called an hour ago asking me for a favor.
He had to go to a therapy appointment with his mom.
Meanwhile, he had several invoices that needed to be mailed out and he’d forgotten.
Hence, my winding up at his office with four other women.
We were having a girls’ day.
All five of us were going to go get our nails done, get a massage, and later have margaritas for happy hour.
Well, all of us who weren’t pregnant.
Baker and Aella were out for that part.
But they were all for the Mexican food, so that was our plan for the day.
It’d started last night when we were at the clubhouse hanging out while the boys had a club meeting.
While we’d been sitting there, it’d somehow gotten brought up that we should go out to eat tomorrow for happy hour at El Sombrero.
It’d devolved from there, and now we were all packed into Aella’s Suburban, squeezed between car seats.
I picked up the invoices that were stamped and ready to go, then turned around to see one of the oldest posters on the wall.