Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“I told you not the face, fucker!” James yelled as he took a cheap shot at my dick.
I jumped back, and laughed. “I was aiming for your ribs. Who the hell told you to duck?”
“So, when are you going to tell her?” James asked.
He connected with my jaw, and I saw stars for a few seconds. Shaking my head, I countered with a knee to his thigh. He went down like a heap of dead weight, but quickly recovered, rolled, and swept my feet out from under me. “I’m not telling her anything until I can make confirmation.”
The doors slammed open, and we both stopped. We were both locked in a leg bar, watching as Payton marched into the room, a yellow envelope in her hands. She walked right up to me and kicked me with her little elf feet right in the ribs. She packed a surprising amount of power into her kick, and I reluctantly let go of James’ leg before grabbing her around the waist, taking her down to the floor in milliseconds.
“What the fuck?” I growled from above her.
Her hair was wild. Her eyes were sparking with anger, and I went through the mental lists of things I’d done that morning to see if I could remember doing anything she’d told me to do that I didn’t.
“I didn’t mean to leave my chocolate milk cup on your computer. Did Alpha spill it again?” I asked worriedly.
He’d done that just last week. I’d finished half the cup before leaving it beside the computer while I was reading the paper online. I’d forgotten about it, and Alpha had spilled it in his quest to get the Pop-Tart crusts I’d left on the plate right beside the cup. It’d spilled into the keyboard, and she’d had to get a new one. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t paid for it.
“You told me you were fucking working, you dick!” Payton growled while squirming and trying to get away from me.
“I was reading the newspaper, I told you that. What the hell are you talking about?” I growled.
James stepped up beside us, grabbing the envelope that had pictures spilling out of it. I didn’t pay any attention to him or the envelope. I was too busy feeling Payton’s body underneath mine to think about anything else. I’d buy her a new computer. I didn’t give a fuck right about now.
It took everything I had not to grind myself into her. Sam had joined the growing audience, and they all watched with laughter in their eyes as we struggled on the floor. For her being such a small girl, she was surprisingly quick and fast. She’d already gotten away from me twice before I finally just straddled her hips and sat on her, holding her arms above her head.
“What the fuck are you doing kissing and rubbing up against another woman. Jesus Christ. You’re such a bastard.” Payton said, and then burst into tears.
I was so completely confused, but what I did know was that I hated girls crying with a passion. “Stop crying, I hate it when girls fucking cry.”
That only made her cry harder, and I felt like a dick. I couldn’t help it though, crying made me feel crappy, and I always responded with anger, humor, or annoyance rather than compassion. My reasoning was if they were laughing or pissed, they wouldn’t cry anymore. It worked every single time with Ember. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the same for Payton.
“Everybody get out.” I commanded.
Everyone left us, and I looked over as James placed the pictures down beside Payton’s head before leaving quietly. The pictures that were envelope showed me and a woman sitting closely together. What she’d mistaken for a romantic atmosphere was actually a woman I met on the run who was too scared to be seen in public. We met at a local bus station, and I’d caught her before she’d collapsed to the floor.
“Payton. Look at these pictures closer. Look at the woman.” I instructed.
She locked her jaw, but did as I asked because she sensed the change in my demeanor. She studied the photo I was holding in front of her face, and then I felt her body slowly relax under mine.
“What’s wrong with her?” She asked quietly.
“She was raped and assaulted. She’d ridden in on the late bus, and I picked her up just in time for her to collapse into my arms. She’s one of our Freebirds. I have never given you the impression that I would be anything less than honest with you. If I wanted another woman, I sure as fuck wouldn’t have fucked you this morning. Nor would I be grinding my cock into you right now. If I was interested in another woman, she would have my cock, not you.” I said angrily.
Her lips were pressed together in a tight line, and anger was pouring off her in waves. “Get off me.”
I walked backward off her on my knees, and then stopped once I saw her get to her feet. Furiously, she pulled her sweatshirt off. Followed by her shirt, tight leggings, and then finally her tennis shoes. She left her long socks that went up to her knees that were striped blue and red, and stood before me blissfully naked. Strangely, the socks did it for me. That was Payton’s personality, and I loved her for it.
“Fuck me already.” She demanded.
I rid myself of my gym shorts, and grabbed her around the waist. “Such a mouth you have on you, maybe we should give you something better to do with it.”
She went willingly down to her knees, bent over, and took my dick in her mouth. I guided her head lightly with my hand in her hair, and then pulled her off once she got me nice and wet. “Lay down on your back.”
She laid down gingerly onto the mats, and spread her legs wide. My mouth watered for a taste of her, but I was so beyond ready to fuck her. Straddling one of her legs with both of mine; I took her other leg and set it up on my shoulder before taking my cock in hand and guiding it to her entrance.