Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
He pulled his lips away a hairsbreadth, about to call her out on it. Instead, he went back for more, twining his tongue with hers in a duel he didn’t care if he won or lost.
If she was willing to fuck him instead of owning up to what was going on, it would take more willpower than he had to resist her attempt.
He nudged her toward her bed, expecting her to stop him or break the lust-fueled kiss she had begun. She didn’t. Crazy Bitch held on to his shoulders as he tumbled with her to the unmade bed.
He was used to seeing her with makeup and her hair teased and moussed to tame her wild curls. Lifting his lips, he was held spellbound by her creamy skin and her mass of riotous curls.
“What are you staring at?”
His gaze softened at the hint of vulnerability in her voice. “I used to think about you in prison—what you were doing, who you were with.” He traced her features with his eyes, seeing the strength of character that showed through the makeup. Without the camouflage, it was still there. “Once I was clean, I kept blaming myself for standing you up that night.
“It’s not easy for a man to own up to a woman having more strength than him. Even at nineteen, you were stronger than me. Even when I got out of prison, it was easier to fuck the club sluts than face your contempt.
“I’m not Stud. I never will be. I’ve had the same opportunities he had, but he never got caught in the same bad moves I have. You’re more like him than I am. I couldn’t face disappointing someone else in my life.
“I can’t promise I won’t screw up again, but I can promise it won’t be for the same reasons. I swear on my soul I’ll never touch drugs again. And if you’re willing to give me a chance, I can be the man you’re looking for.”
Calder didn’t have to interpret the indecision on her face or the wariness in her eyes. It was plain to see, yet he felt her arms tighten around his shoulders and her fingers caress the back of his neck.
“I’m not going be a sucker and believe anything you say. If you want my trust, earn it. When you do that, then we can go from there.”
Nodding, he started to lever himself off her tantalizing body, but before he could move more than an inch, she tugged him back down to her.
“Where you going?”
“I thought you wanted me to leave.”
“Where in the fuck did you get that idea? I don’t have to trust you to fuck you.”
When she parted her thighs so he could sink down over her body, it fanned the embers of the desire that had been riding him since she had been at his back on the road trip.
Holding on to his willpower, he stopped himself from sliding her shorts to the side and sinking his fingers in the honey that he knew was waiting for him.
Calder slid his hand from the side of her breast where it had been bracing him above her to glide it over her silken flesh exposed by her camisole that was now resting below her breasts. She didn’t shy away from his touch, or look away.
“You’re making me nervous.”
“Your dick doesn’t feel nervous.” She thrust her hips upward, forcing beads of sweat to form on his upper lip.
“You promise you won’t give a critique of my performance to your crew or the other brothers?”
“Do I look like Killyama?” She grinned up at him wickedly.
“I wasn’t talking about her and Train. I was talking about you and Joker.”
“You have nothing to worry about.” She moved her hand from his shoulder to his chest, stroking down to his abdomen and stopping at the band of his shorts. “You don’t have his beer belly.” She rubbed her belly against the bulge of his cock. “And from the size of that dick, I’m feeling you’re no limp noodle. Damn, Calder, if I knew you were going to talk me to death, I would have turned on the television.”
Her agitation showed she was as nervous and excited as he was.
He lowered his mouth to nuzzle the cleft between her breasts. Her tits were so voluminous he nearly strangled on his tongue when he pulled her top down.
Laving her nipple, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. When she slid her hand under his shorts, he knew he had.
Her eyes darkened as she stroked him while he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“I know you’ve had tit since you’ve been out of prison, so take it easy on me, or I’m going to bar you from titty sanctuary.”
He gentled his mouth on her nipple. She might come across as a bitch, but she wanted to be wooed like a woman named Anna-Kate.