Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Fuck yeah.
He should try to convince her to stay in bed all day with him, but that would be a failed mission. The woman was determined that they pay off the addition and the improvements they did to his mother’s house. Now theirs, of course. The kids each had their own rooms now, along with a new family room to avoid arguments on who was watching what on TV.
The house still wasn’t huge but it worked for them.
When he released her mouth, he put his lips to her ear. “Know what else I own?” He grabbed a tit and squeezed. “These.” He cupped her cunt over her pants. “This pussy. And…” He smacked her ass next. “Workin’ on buyin’ that ass.”
Her giggle made him smile. “It isn’t for sale.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. Challenge accepted. “Sure ‘bout that?”
She rolled her eyes. “You bikers sure do expect women to fall to their knees at your feet.”
“Nope. Just you. And when you’re down there, expect you to be suckin’ my dick.”
He drove his fingers into her hair on both sides of her head and forcefully yanked her head back. He dropped his and their gazes locked. “‘Bout that heart thing…”
She told him she loved him too many times to count. But he could never hear it enough.
He never thought he’d find a woman he’d want to hand his heart to. But with Taryn, he had ripped it out of his chest and offered it to her on a silver fucking platter.
“What about it?”
“Ain’t just a piece of meat to you?”
She tapped his cheek. “You’ve never only been a piece of meat to me. But I do like your meat.” She wiggled her eyebrows and squeezed his sheet-covered hard-on.
“You haven’t had breakfast yet,” he reminded her. “How ‘bout a breakfast sausage?”
“I’ll eat something at The Castle. I have a long list of things to do today. That also means you need to make sure the kids get breakfast.”
“Woman, I need to eat, too.” He could go for chowing down on a piece of pussy pie.
He rolled her over and pinned her on her back, settling between her legs, his favorite spot, but it would be better if she was naked. Fuck it, he’d take what he could get.
He’d fucked plenty of holes in his lifetime and none had developed into any kind of attachment. He rarely spent more than the time it took to bust a nut. Even Sheena was only supposed to be a quick fuck. Unfortunately, that backfired.
But what he had with Taryn was so damn different. The unexpected connection had grabbed him by the balls and had never let go.
Over a year after she hunted him down, he still couldn’t get enough of her. He never thought the day he witnessed her ass getting beaten would eventually change his outlook on getting an ol’ lady.
But here he was.
Hell, here they were.
Both of them pretty damn happy, as well as content.
Even better, he didn’t feel like he was being tripped up by a ball and chain.
“About that heart thing…” He slowly unbuttoned her chef’s jacket so he could get to eating his breakfast.
“What about it?”
“Did I break it?”
A smile flirted with her lips. “No.”
“Then, what about it?”
“You already know.”
Stone tapped his ear. “Nope. Need to hear it.”
She dragged her thumb across his lips. “You make my heart whole.”
“Not sure how I do that.”
“Simply by being you.”
“You mean a badass biker?” he teased.
“I have to admit, that part’s kind of sexy. But no. Despite you being rough and gruff, you’re a great father.”
He was hardly a great father but he did his fucking best.
“And a supportive ol’ man,” she added.
Ol’ man. He liked the sound of that.
He swore every time she slipped on her Property of Stone cut, he got an instant hard-on. Her wearing it was sexy as fuck.
Especially when she was naked. In their bedroom, of fucking course.
“You’re a great mom. ‘Cause of you, Sunny now smiles and laughs instead of being a fuckin’ grumpy, argumentative nut nugget.”
His ol’ lady had gone above and beyond to bond with his stubborn girl. It was a slow, bumpy path, but her persistence finally paid off.
Thankfully, every time Sheena raised her nasty head, Stone only had to toss some scratch her way and she quickly hid back under her damn rock and left them alone.
Sheena didn’t want to raise their kid. Feeding her addiction was her priority.
Crazy how some parents thought scratch was more important than their own damn kids. Luckily, Taryn wasn’t one of them.
And he loved her for that.
She whispered, “I wish you’d stop calling them nut nuggets.”
He grinned. “Ain’t gonna happen.”
She sighed.
“Want one with you.”
Her blue eyes went wide. She breathed, “Stone…”
“Don’t want another?”
“You do?”
“Yeah. This time I get to pick my kid’s mother.”
Her smile was gone and she stared up at him. “And you choose me.”