Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Come on.” Callan grips my arm and wraps a hand around my back. Walking through the clubhouse, I don’t feel like I’m in my own body. An ocean of brothers await us in the main room. Expectant eyes track us to the center of the room.
“Cutter is going to be okay,” Callan announces. Relieved sighs hiss through the air.
“It’s good Rogue was there tonight. Not only did she prove her loyalty and fearless badassery but she saved Cutter’s motherfucking life!” Kitty booms, swiping a tear from her eye. Cheers shake the foundations of the clubhouse. The walls close in. The noise becomes a blurring sound, getting farther away.
“Rogue?”
In the next heartbeat, I’m in Callan’s arms in a bridal hold.
Ironic.
Once we’re away from the noise, air fills my lungs once more. If they knew who I really am, would I still be the hero or another enemy for them to slay?
“Let me help you out of these clothes.”
We’re in a bedroom. A king-sized bed dominates the space, centered against a black accent wall. The duvet, pillows, and drapes are all black. Metal cabinets line another wall, like a school locker room.
I raise my arms without thought as Callan lifts my shirt, peeling it from my body. The drying blood has stiffened the material and the crimson stains have soaked through, streaking my skin. My arms come up to cover my breasts. When his fingers hook into my jeans, I gasp and step away.
“I’m sorry.” Callan frowns, watching me. He scratches the back of his neck and turns to face the wall, offering me his back. “I was just going to help you into the shower.”
“No.” Heat flushes my face. Walking up to his back, I curl myself around him, my arms circling his waist and resting over his pecs. “I know you’re just trying to help. I’m a little out of it.”
“What you did for Cutter…it’s a big deal, and it won’t be forgotten.” His voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating against my cheek.
“I was so scared when that man pointed the shotgun at you.” My hold tightens as I inhale his scent, my eyes squeezing shut.
“I wasn’t,” he breathes, placing his hand over mine. “Not for me anyway.” There’s a softness he hasn’t displayed before now. It’s nice, complementing his hard shell.
“You baited him. You could have gotten yourself killed.” Anger tries to spark to life, but it dies in embers.
“I was keeping his attention on me. I couldn’t have him turning that gun on you or Kitty.”
Warmth blossoms in my chest. “Do you think it was random?”
His body tenses against my hands. “It’s no secret Ray’s is a Kings’ bar. We take care of Ray. Anyone would have to have a death wish trying to rob that place. Sometimes shit just happens.”
“Like your dad…” Turning, he looks down at me, and vulnerability takes hold, like I’m in a moment that could change everything. “Were you close?”
Large palms cup my cheeks. My hands rest at his wrists as we stare at each other. “He can be a hard-headed bastard, but he did right by Kitty and me. Our mom is a good woman, and although they’re not together, she’s never wanted for anything.” Love. There’s love and respect there. And I get it. He speaks of him as if he’s still here.
“Will you take over as president?”
A slight lift of his shoulders. “Probably.”
“I lost my father when I was a teenager,” I find myself admitting.
His finger strokes over my cheek. “Grief is the darkest road you’ll ever walk. It’s lonely and painful.”
“People always tell you it will get better.” I shrug. “It doesn’t. You just adapt and learn to live with it. It becomes a second heartbeat that lives in the depths of who you are. The thud dulls, but it never stops.” I reach up onto my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his.
Warm hands slide into my hair, one gripping the back of my neck to steady me as he deepens the kiss and his tongue collides with mine, unhurried but full of need. My tits push against the fabric of his shirt. My nipples are hard, sensitive. A groan crawls up his throat.
He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. Callan moves us until my back hits the wall, lodging himself between my legs. His hard cock strains against his zipper, rubbing at the apex of my thighs. The promise of what he has to offer makes my mouth water and my thoughts plummet to the gutter.
Need builds between us. Gentleness is abandoned. Our mouths battle, sucking, kissing, and biting. Large palms squeeze and caress my tits as he grinds into me, dry fucking me. He nearly makes me cum from that alone. My skin hums, my pulse rushing through my veins as I cling to him, thrashing my hips.