Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
She laughs. “Don’t worry, Daddy. I know how to get rid of a body.” She winks and yanks the door open, rushing out of the office and slamming it shut behind her.
“TINSLEY?” I yell, running after her. I yank the door open and hear the door to the stairwell close. I open it up and race down it to the first level. Then I rush outside and hear an engine rev. Fuck!
Exiting, I see her on her crotch rocket, fastening her helmet. “Did your mother say you could ride that to school today?” I demand.
“Have to go, Dad. I’m late.” She revs it up and takes off down the curvy drive.
I used to let the girls take turns riding with me when they were little. Just around here. Tinsley loved it, Berkeley not so much. Then Tinsley turned thirteen and wanted her own. Both Ashtyn and I said absolutely not. But for her fifteenth birthday, Uncle Haidyn bought her one. He spent the next year teaching her to ride it. Took her to get her M endorsement and of course she passed with flying colors. When that girl decides she wants something, she does whatever it takes to make it happen.
Haidyn also thinks it’s cute that she’s a pyro who likes to stab boys and encourages her craziness. Ashtyn told him that the next phone call we get from the school, he’s going up there to get her out of trouble. He laughed and said he’d be there. I’m pretty sure Tinsley has him as her ICE contact in her phone. That way he can lie to us about what happens to her in case of an emergency.
The bike was one of many things that we took away from her when she got suspended. I know her mother didn’t give her the key, which means she cracked my gun safe and got it out. I’d be surprised if she didn’t tear the whole damn door off getting to it. She has a knack for destroying shit.
I take the stairs down to my car that’s parked in the circle drive and fall into the driver’s seat. A phone call won’t do for Ashtyn. I’m going to go home and calm her down. I know just the thing.
Removing my cell, I pull up the app and turn it on. It makes me smile, knowing she wasn’t expecting that.
I exit the gates of Carnage and drive across the two-lane road through the matching sets of gates across the street. Living in Carnage just wasn’t what Ashtyn and I wanted for our family. But she understood that I had to be able to be here at the drop of a hat. So, we along with the others, bought the property across the street and built houses. That way all the wives and kids are close to us yet still out of Carnage.
I pull up to the driveway and enter our home. “Ashtyn?” I call out with a smile, holding my cell. When she doesn’t answer, I expect to find her lying in our bed, face down with her ass up in the air ready for me to fuck it. When I left her this morning, she was in a good mood and begging to come.
The water from the shower covers my back as I pin my wife to the wall. I’ve got her wet hair twisted in my hand as I stand behind her. The bathroom is cloudy from all the steam and is full of her moans.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I pant. Lowering my lips to her wet neck, I suck the water off her delicious skin.
“Saint.” Her hands flatten on the marble while I push the side of her face against it. I’ve got her hips pulled back, giving me a better angle to her pussy as I fuck it from behind. “Fuck…” She trails off. “Right there.”
The slapping of our wet bodies can be heard over the shower, and I’m glad I locked our bedroom door when I woke up this morning. There’s always someone coming in and out of our house. If it’s not Haidyn or Kash, it’s someone’s wife or children.
“What do you say, sweetheart?” I growl in her ear. My free hand drops to her right leg. I grip her slick thigh and lift it, allowing me to go deeper.
“Please—?” she begs breathlessly. “I need to come.”
I smile before biting into her neck, forcing her head to the side with my hand in her hair. I suck hard knowing it’s going to leave a hickey. I’ve been married for over twenty years and still feel the need to mark my wife. I’m never going to change. Just like the 666 brand and our vow tattoos will never go away.
And just when I think she’s there, I slam forward, pinning her to the wall while I come inside my wife.