Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He shook his head. “Butch knew what he was getting into when I asked. You can’t know what shit he was getting into.”
Alex saw her eyes were filled with tears.
“You’re not going to help him?”
“No. I’m not going to convince Tiny to bring him back into the club. He doesn’t deserve it.”
Cheryl nodded. She took a step back. “You better make the most of being with Michael.”
Alex froze. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“You can’t take my son from me.” He took a step toward her.
“I won’t be taking him away from you. You will. If Butch can’t be part of The Skulls, there’s no reason for us to stay in Fort Wills. We’re looking at homes out of town. Maybe a fresh start would be for the best.”
She turned her back on him. There was no way Alex was going to let her leave with his son. “I’ll fight you for my son, Cheryl. You’ve got no chance of winning.”
Cheryl turned to face him. “I’ve got every chance of winning. You can fight all you want, Alex. You’ve got the money, the reputation, the credit that is due a man of your stature, but you don’t have something that Butch and I have.”
“What is that?” he asked, calling her bluff.
“Michael’s love.”
Her words were like a gunshot wound. They hit hard, and direct.
“I can win.”
“Go ahead, Alex. When a judge asks our son who he’d rather be with and he says his mother and stepfather, no judge would ever give him to you, and if he did, Michael would hate you.” She shrugged. “Butch doesn’t deserve to be cast aside. Make sure he isn’t and we’ll stay in Fort Wills. I’m make sure Michael forgives you.”
He stared at her for several seconds. “Tiny got it wrong. You would be much better in the role of leading the club. You’re a manipulative bitch.”
“No, I’m not, Alex. What I am is a mother and wife, prepared to do whatever it takes to make sure her man is cared for. Butch and Michael mean everything to me. I’d never do anything to put them in danger. You’re nothing. You were a sperm donor. I’m not bluffing, Alex. Don’t ever think you can fuck me over.”
She turned on her heel and left him alone. He couldn’t chase after her or demand that she come back. Cheryl had the last word all the way.
His cell phone went off. Hoping it was Whizz, he answered without looking at the screen.
“Hello,” Alex said.
“You better get your ass down to the clubhouse before I kill my motherfucking father-in-law,” Tiny said.
“I’m coming.”
This was what his life had turned into. He’d become a referee.
Chapter Eleven
Whizz opened the door to the luxury hotel room he’d booked them both into for the night. They’d eaten food at the burger place, and he’d asked the owner for the best hotel in town.
“I guess this place beats cockroaches and rats,” Lacey said, moving past him to sit on the end of the bed. She did a little bounce then lay back. “Feels good.”
“You stayed in a lot of places with rats and roaches?” He closed and locked the door. Pulling the curtains closed, he made sure they had a lot of privacy.
“Yeah, a lot of run down places that were not worth the shit they were asking.” She sat back up, resting back on her hands. “This place is good though.”
He stared at her. The need for her started to build back up inside him. Whizz wanted her badly.
“Stand up,” he said, dropping the blankets onto the floor.
She stood without argument. He kicked his shoes off, watching her do the same, mimicking his actions.
“Strip.” He tugged the shirt he wore over his head.
Lacey hesitated with her hand at the top of her shirt.
“There’s no room to be nervous here, Lacey. I want you. I need you.” He threw the shirt on the floor between them. “We’re going to make a pile of clothes here.”
He went to the belt holding up his jeans.
She tugged the shirt over her head, revealing a pretty white lace bra, covering her tits. He slid the jeans down his thighs, kicking out of them until he stood in his boxer shorts. Wrapping his fingers around the length of his cock, he stared at her as she stood in her sexy yet innocent underwear.
“Don’t move,” he said, stepping over their small pile of clothes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he moved up to flick the catch that held her bra.
Whizz had her completely naked within seconds. Before she had time to say a word, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He loved her large, ripe tits. They always looked ready to be sucked and nibbled.
She spoke his name on a moan. Licking a path between her cleavage, he started to circle the other bud, lavishing each tit with his tongue. Lacey sank her fingers into his hair, gripping the length. He moved his hands down to cup her ass. Squeezing the generous mounds, he let out a groan as his woman filled his hands. Fuck, he wanted inside her, needed to feel her tight cunt wrapped around his cock.