Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
“It’s a Cat 4. You don’t need to be in Miami. You need to be here in Stuart with me,” she said, her voice going high-pitched, the way it did when she was anxious.
“I can’t help it, Momma. There is no time to get there. But Pepper’s family has a safe place with all that we need to make it through the storm. I am fine. I promise you.”
“Please stay inside and don’t leave. Call me and update me. Let me know you’re okay,” she pleaded.
I hated the fear I heard in her voice, but it was time she stopped worrying over me all the time. I was grown now, and she had to let me be an adult. Feeling guilty every time I didn’t do what she wanted me to do was my toxic trait.
“I will, Momma. You stay safe, too, and I’ll check with you soon. Right now, I need to keep my phone charged though.” Okay, that was a bad lie, but I had no other way to get off this call.
“All right. I’m praying. The good Lord will be right there with you.”
I seriously doubted the Lord was gonna be anywhere near The Judgment MC compound. “I know, Momma.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Finally able to end the call, I placed the phone in my lap, relieved that was done. It had been far less dramatic than I had expected. Maybe she was getting better at letting me go.
“You handled her well,” Brick said with a smile in his voice.
“Yeah, I’m getting good at lying these days.”
He chuckled then. “Sometimes, it’s best that our mommas don’t know the details. No need in worrying them more than they already do.”
I nodded. That I could agree with.
We pulled up to the gate, and it opened moments after I said goodbye to my momma. The parking lot was packed with trucks, SUVs and even some boats.
“Who all is here?” I asked, not seeing a bike anywhere.
“Judgment,” he replied. “And their families.”
“But there aren’t any bikes.”
“Those are all stored in the shed out back. No one wants their ride getting trashed,” he said, pulling up close to the door. “You run on inside. I’ll bring your things.”
I started to get out when the door to the club opened and Tex came running out. I watched him as he came straight for me.
“Come on, Dolly,” he called out, reaching for me.
I let him help me down, but he picked me up instead and rushed back inside.
I was on my feet in the dark hallway so fast that I had barely gotten wet at all. “Thanks,” I said, wiping the little rain that had dampened my arms off with my hands.
“You’re welcome.”
“Is Pepper here yet?” I asked hopefully.
He shook his head. “No. She is at her bar, boarded in with Anson and Country. It got too bad for them to start this way, and they decided to wait it out there.”
Not what I wanted to hear. If I had known that, I would have asked to go to her bar. I’d rather be there than here. Anywhere Micah was not.
17
Micah
The text from Brick came through, taking a massive weight off my shoulders.
Here. She’s with Nina and Goldie in the kitchen.
I took another pull from the cigarette and tried not to think about the fact that I had caved in and lit one. This was the only thing I could think of to take the edge off. She’d heard me call her slow. That was going to fuck me up for a while. How did I even go about fixing that shit? I’d let my emotions get the better of me. That wasn’t me. I didn’t let emotions in. So, why was it that little Dolly Dixon was messing me up like this?
I’d hurt her. It was there in her eyes. Yet she had still been ready to let me take her virginity against a damn wall like a caveman. I held my fingers up to my nose and inhaled. Fuck, her scent was still there, and it was sweet. I needed to wash it away, but it was so damn addictive, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She was a goddamn virgin. I didn’t fuck virgins.
Didn’t mean I couldn’t spread her legs open and feast on that sweet honey though. Listen to her get off with my head between her thighs. Lick her swollen clit and hear her crying out my name.
“FUCK!” I shouted, jamming what was left of my smoke into the ashtray.
I had to stop this. It was Dolly. I couldn’t think about Dolly like that. She deserved all the romantic shit. I didn’t want anything to do with romantic shit.
Regardless, my desire to go downstairs, snatch her up, haul her to my room, and chain her to my bed was real damn strong. I stuck my middle finger—the one I had slid inside her tight cunt—into my mouth and sucked. I needed to fuck. Problem was, I couldn’t bring myself to touch one of the willing cunts here. None of them smelled like this, and they sure as hell didn’t taste this good. There was one pussy I wanted, and I couldn’t have it.