Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” Bam’s hand reaches down, tangling into my hair. He doesn’t try to control what I’m doing; he merely keeps a grip on me. “Josie.”
His thighs flex under me, and I know he must be close. I relax my throat, take as much of him into my mouth as I can, and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks out. I want to give him this. For it to be good for him.
Bam utters a series of words that I can’t understand as he explodes into my mouth. I keep sucking and drink him down.
“Okay, shit.” His hips jerk back as he sits up, his hands making a grab for me. In one quick move, I’m pinned to him as he flips me around like I’m a doll. It’s hot. Is this what manhandling is? Because I might be into it, but only with my own man.
Bam kisses me deep and hard. I can sense the emotion he pours into it, and I match it.
“I love you,” he tells me when the kiss breaks, dropping his forehead to mine.
“I love you too,” I tell him, and he kisses me again.
“Now it’s my turn.” He smirks. I put my hands behind my head.
“If you insist,” I say playfully.
“Always,” he says as my mind echoes forever.
Chapter Twenty-Three
BAM
After my first blow job, we have our first argument.
“If you tell me no, I’m just going to follow you, so it makes sense for us to go together,” Josie scoops some of her scrambled eggs onto a slice of toast. I wait for her to take a bite before responding.
“This one time, let me do this by myself.” I press my palms together in pleading fashion.
She makes a face. “I want to be there to ask the questions. I know I can write them down for you, but the questions will change based on what the guy tells you.”
If he tells me anything, I add silently. The Pipefitters aren’t known to be the talkative type. They’re the ‘hit first and then run you over with a truck’ type, which is why I need Josie to stay back. “It’s not ideal. I get it, but I don’t want them to know about you. I don’t want them looking at you. I don’t want them to have a picture of you in their heads. I don’t want them to know your name. These guys are dangerous and have zero lines they won’t cross.”
“What about you? Why should I let you go into that unsafe situation?”
“Because I’ve been there before. This is turf that’s like my own backyard.”
She doesn’t answer.
“They carry actual pipes, Josie. And will use them.”
“Then you shouldn’t go either.”
“They have answers we need.”
I can sense her frustration in her small silences. Finally, she says, “What if I said I’d never give you another blow job unless you let me come with you?”
I almost choke on my oatmeal. Never have her mouth on me? Never feel the hot suck of her tongue around my shaft? Tears almost come to my eyes at the thought, but manfully, I answer, “Then I’d give them up. Your safety is more important.”
She sighs. “Fine, and for the record, I would never use sex to manipulate you. I was just curious how important it was.”
I let out a huge breath. “Very important.”
I’m almost lightheaded with relief but manage to help clear the table and clean up the kitchen from our breakfast prep.
“Do you carry pipes? Or what does Rider stand for?”
“We don’t use any weapons. Weapons give you added punishment by the cops if you’re ever caught.”
She looks surprised I know this. “Do you have a little ‘know your rights’ class as part of your induction ceremony?”
“Kind of. We’re of no use to the club if we get sent away.”
“Learn something new every day,” she says.
I walk her to school and then watch from the street until she enters.
Niki meets me a block away from the Pipefitters’ clubhouse. Unlike the Riders, who divide their crew into the minors and the adults with Clark heading up our mostly underage crew, and Kev Stand, who is the head of the whole group, the Pipefitters have a central hangout for everyone. It’s in a strip mall that has a gentleman’s club on one end and a pole dancing fitness club on the other. In between is a Chinese restaurant, a mobile phone shop, a nail salon, and a 7-Eleven. The 7-Eleven isn’t a convenience store. It’s where the Pipefitters’ bookies take bets and make payouts, but like a corner mart, it’s open all the time. If Cole was doing business with the Pipefitters, someone at this place would recognize him.
It’s dangerous for Niki and me to be on Pipefitters’ territory without an invitation, but it’s the best place to get answers.
“You think we’re going to make it out without a fight?” Niki asks as we cross the highway to the strip mall.