Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Rev made another noise in his throat. This time it wasn’t a growl but more of a choking sound.
“Any time, beautiful,” Lizzy said, playing along. “Whenever you want to get together and experiment, I’m up for it.” She blew Reilly a kiss.
“If I was going to sit on any woman’s face, it would be yours, Liz,” Reilly answered, using the name the woman preferred and not the one the guys tended to use, then blew a kiss back to her, knowing it would drive both men bonkers.
Ozzy had an excited look in his face when he said, “You ladies are makin’ me hard as fuck,” and rubbed at his crotch. “How ‘bout you, brother?”
Rev ignored him, grabbed Reilly’s arm and dragged her around the Bronco and to the other side, where her car was parked.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Rev growled.
She drew a mask of innocence over her face. “Why wouldn’t I be? She’s hot.”
His mouth opened.
“How many times have you done her?”
His mouth snapped shut.
After waiting for a few more silent seconds for his answer, she said, “That’s what I thought.” She clicked her key fob to unlock her car and reached for the door handle.
His “See you Sunday,” made her pause and glance back over her shoulder at him.
“Sunday?” That was tomorrow. What the hell was going on tomorrow?
“Yeah. Club run. You’re gonna be my backpack.”
Oh shit. She had completely forgotten about it with everything else going on. “I don’t think that’s smart, Rev.”
“Agree it wouldn’t be smart if anyone knew we’d been together the last few days.”
“Ozzy now knows.”
“Ozzy already knew somethin’ was up when he dropped you off on the farm. He don’t give a fuck. He’s too busy picturin’ Lizzy’s face planted in between your thighs.”
“But he now knows who I was with these last few days. Before, he didn’t.”
Rev snorted. “Like I said, he probably don’t give a fuck. If you walked up those deck steps and told him to get naked, he would. He’d have his fuckin’ dick out so fast, it would knock you silly.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Is it that big?” She glanced up toward the deck where Ozzy and Lizzy still stood at the rail watching them and being nosy.
He shot her an annoyed look. “That wasn’t the fuckin’ point. And you’ve seen it. We all have.”
That was true. The only cocks she hadn’t seen so far was anyone who already had an ol’ lady when she came to the club and, of course, Deacon’s. She hadn’t checked out a couple of the prospects, either, but she was sure she’d see them all soon enough.
Dutch’s she’d seen too many damn times. She could probably pick it out in a boner line-up.
“Rev, I don’t want to risk you getting caught for breaking a club rule.”
She wouldn’t be the reason he lost everything. She wouldn’t be the reason he was taken out to the field behind The Barn and clubbed like Cage had been. After seeing Rev’s fucked-up family, she knew Saylor, the club and the brotherhood were all he had.
She would not be the one to risk any and all of that. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself. That meant until that particular rule changed, they needed to be careful.
That also meant she wouldn’t be his backpack tomorrow.
Whether he liked it or not.
Chapter Sixteen
Soon Rev’s teeth would be ground down to the damn roots. He’d end up a toothless motherfucking fool. Only one hour into a three-hour planned run and he almost couldn’t take another fucking minute. He was about to lose his fucking mind and expose shit that they needed to keep a tight lid on. For his sake. For Reilly’s sake and for Saylor’s sake.
But seeing Reilly wrapped around Dodge’s back…
Seeing her thighs gripping his...
Seeing her pussy smashed against the bar manager’s ass, who was probably loving every fucking minute of it…
Seeing her tits pressed into a Fury brother’s cut…
“Fuck!” he shouted, hoping the deep, loud roar of their sleds covered up his outburst.
Easy’s head twisted toward him and he gave him a questioning look.
Rev ignored the man who was paired with him in formation, and kept his eyes on the sled directly in front of him. Maybe he should switch positions with Whip, who was riding toward the front. Then he could ignore Reilly’s arms wrapped tightly around a man who wasn’t him.
Sure he fucking could.
But then he couldn’t make sure Dodge didn’t do anything inappropriate with Reilly. Like squeeze her knee or trail his fingers up her thigh, or…
Touch her in any way.
He swallowed down his next, “Fuck!” and screamed it in his head instead.
His sled wobbled and he quickly straightened it out. If he crashed due to his inability to pay attention to anything other than Dodge and Reilly, he’d most likely take out anyone in formation behind him.