Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“You’re mine now,” I growled, tangling one hand in her hair. “I can see it in your eyes.”
She gave me a tremulous smile. “I know. I can feel it too, Quinn.” Reaching up, Violet stroked my beard, letting her fingers sift through the strands. “I’m supposed to be yours. And you’re supposed to be mine.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The raw honesty, the welcome and complete acceptance were everything I’d never dared hope for. I captured her mouth in a desperate kiss, my hips moving with more urgency now. Each thrust drove me deeper, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I panted against her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. “How long I’ve waited for you and didn’t even know it.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, changing the angle and taking me impossibly deeper. The little gasp that escaped her lips told me I’d hit something good inside her. “There,” she breathed, her eyes widening. “Oh God, right there!”
I kept the angle, driving into her with measured strokes, watching as pleasure transformed her face. Her eyes fluttered closed, her head thrown back against the pillow. I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life. This woman coming undone beneath me, because of me, was the most awe-inspiring thing I’d ever seen. Her face was flushed with pleasure. A little puff of air left her parted lips with every forward stroke I made inside her body.
“Look at me,” I commanded softly. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.”
Her eyes opened, hazy with pleasure but focused on mine. The connection between us in that moment was more intimate than the joining of our bodies.
I slid my hand between us, finding her clit with my fingers. The second I did, Violet screamed. Her body seized around me and my world detonated.
“Oh God, Quinn!” Her eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide as another orgasm ripped through her. The sight of her completely undone pushed me over the edge.
I buried myself deep inside her and let go with a hoarse shout, my release hitting me like a freight train. Every muscle in my body tensed as I pulsed inside her, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“Fuck, Violet,” I gasped, collapsing beside her and pulling her against me. I couldn’t bear to be separated from her, not even for a second. “Just… fuck.”
She giggled as she nuzzled against my chest, her breathing gradually slowing. “Yeah. I guess that’s a good way to describe it.”
I rolled us over so I was on my back and Violet cuddled against my side. We lay there in silence for several minutes. I traced lazy patterns on the bare skin of her shoulder. I kept waiting for regret to hit her, for her to pull away and start making excuses. But she just sighed contentedly and pressed closer.
“So,” I finally said. “I guess we’re getting married.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Apparently. My twelve-year-old son has arranged it all.”
“Are you okay with that?” I needed to hear her say it.
Violet propped herself up on one elbow, looking at me with those clear blue eyes. “I should be terrified. I should be telling you this is crazy, that we barely know each other.” She traced a finger along my jaw. “But nothing about this feels anything but right. I believe that this is right where I’m supposed to be. With you. With your club.” She grinned. “I don’t even know what motorcycle clubs like this do. And, quite frankly, I don’t care. You all came to my rescue, and you didn’t even know me.” She leaned in and kissed my lips. There was so much wonder and affection in her gaze it nearly made me tear up. You know. If I was the kind of guy to do that kinda shit. “And that, Quinn, is all I need to know about you and your club. You helped a stranger and her son when you didn’t have to. I think you’ve all earned my trust.”
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. There was something about this woman’s trust that felt sacred, like I’d been handed something precious and fragile.
“You’re takin’ a hell of a chance on me, honey,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I swear I won’t let you down.”
She settled against me again, her warm breath fanning across my chest. “I don’t think you could if you tried. It’s not in your genetic makeup.”
We lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Part of me couldn’t believe this was happening. Twenty-four hours ago, I was just another ex-con trying to figure out how to navigate life on the outside. Now I had a woman who was going to be my wife and a kid who, despite his threats, seemed to think I was worthy of his mother.