Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I watch Harper as closely as she's watching me, waiting for the moment when she stands up and leaves, but she doesn't move as I free my cock and wrap my hands around the base.
“Is that…?” Her eyes go huge.
I grin and flick the silver ring hanging from my frenum, just below the head of my cock. “Yep.”
“Didn't it hurt?”
“Not as bad as getting shot.” I lean back against the warm rock, enjoying the small thrill of being watched. And she's fucking transfixed, watching like it's the first time she's ever seen a dick. Which I know isn't true, but my gut tells me it's not as far off as it should be.
I also know for a fucking fact that Shadow wouldn't have been ordering her around like one of the club sluts if he knew.
“Harper…”
She doesn't look up. “Mmm?”
“Are you a fucking virgin?”
She tears her gaze away from my moving hand and looks at me like she just got caught. “What? Why?”
“Just answer the question.”
“Does it matter?” She waits for me to answer, but I'm a patient man. “Fine. Technically? Yes.”
“Technically?”
She fidgets and her eyes flit to my cock, then back to me, like she's afraid to let herself get distracted. “I haven't had sex, but I'm twenty-one. I've done other stuff, and I'm not a child. It just never felt like the right time I guess.”
Things click into place. The whole reason she's showing interest makes sense now. Her life just got flipped upside down and then she was thrown into danger with men who clearly have no fucking problem teaching her a few things that she might have missed out on before she escapes back to her normal life. I can work with that.
“Touch me, then.”
She licks her lips and hesitates. “We might not have much time.”
“Then you better not waste it. Come on. Touch me.” I reach for her and grab her hand, guiding it to my shaft and wrapping her fingers around it.
“Like this?” she asks, moving her hand.
“Yeah. Up and down. Fucking squeeze. Don't worry about the piercing. It's long healed. So long as you aren't yanking on it, it'll be fine.”
Her hand moves awkwardly at first, but I help guide her. She's a fucking quick learner and soon she's jerking me off exactly the way I want.
“That's it. Fuck.” I groan. “Just a little harder. That's perfect.”
She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks are bright red and her eyes are locked on what she's doing. “Are you…are you going to come?”
“Do you want to watch?”
Harper nods, her breathing is coming quicker and her breasts rise and fall, pressing against her t-shirt. Her other hand slides tentatively down into my underwear and her delicate nails scrape over my balls, feeling fucking amazing. Pre-cum drips from my slit, and every time her hand comes up, she swipes her thumb across the head, spreading the slick fluid.
“That's it. Fuck. I'm so fucking close. Are you watching?” I ask, knowing she is, but wanting her to have to say it.
“Yes,” she moans, and the sound shoots through me, adding another layer of pleasure.
“Keep that up and I'll come all over your fucking hand.”
She doesn't stop, and she doesn't slow down. Her grip is firm and tight, sliding up and down my length, the friction just the right amount. The muscles in my thighs tense, and I arch off the rock.
“Fuck!” I growl as the pleasure hits a crescendo, and my cock erupts, thick ropes of cum spraying across my stomach and the new bandages, then dripping down over her still pumping hand.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That's a lot. Um, what do I do now?”
“What did you do for Shadow last night?”
Harper blushes bright red, but she answers, “Swallowed.”
“Incoming!” Thunder yells, with the worst fucking timing.
“Motherfucker.”
20
SHADOW
He's alone. Brave.
I don’t know exactly what to make of this cop. My instincts are telling me that he’s not on our side, but that he wasn’t lying about his real goal being Mesner. If it wasn’t for Harper, I wouldn’t be taking this risk, but when all this is over, she’s going to help to put her life back together, and the Screaming Eagles are a force to be reckoned with, but our reach only goes so far.
“Carnell,” I greet him as he comes out of his car, taking a quick glance around him before committing. “You’ve got ten minutes to convince us that we shouldn’t leave you here for the vultures. We played by your fucking rules and your man fucked us over before you left us all to fucking die.”
He runs a hand through his dirty blond hair, shaking his head. “I don’t know what the fuck he thought he was doing. Yeah, I told him to push things if the talking stalled out, but he wasn’t supposed to start shooting. We can’t exactly ask him, can we? This is a fucking shit show. I didn’t fucking sleep last night.”