Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
God, she loved his body and tattoos and found herself getting distracted from what they were talking about as she looked at his golden skin.
“And then you met me at the bar, and we had some wild fucking sex.” He leaned down and kissed her and at the same time thrust forward so his dick pressed against her slick folds once more. She felt the hard ridge of his piercing, warmed by their body heat and eliciting all sorts of desires inside her.
“Yeah, some wild sex.” She grinned and ran her tongue over his top lip then the bottom one. “I have to tell you that I don’t let just anyone have butt sex with me on the first date.” She stared at him, keeping her composure, and then she started laughing, hoping he realized she was teasing. When he grinned, she felt her pulse spike and this warmth settle in her belly.
“Well, I have to tell you I don’t normally stick my dick in a woman’s ass that I bring home for the first time.”
She started laughing harder. “Then why did you?” She stared at his lips, ones that were strong and full.
This very serious expression covered his face. “Because I have wanted you for a long fucking time, but I am also not the type of person to go fucking another man’s woman.” He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing hers, and said, “Even if that other man is one stupid motherfucker who needs his dick and balls ripped off.”
God, he was so… fierce. She speared her hands in his hair, lifted up enough to press her mouth to his, and kissed him as hard and fiercely as he had done to her earlier. He might be the most dominating man she had ever met, but right now, she was going to be the one to fuck him.
11
Booshie sat in the parking lot of the bar he met Naggie in last night and stared at her profile. She was in the passenger side of his SUV, and although they had fucked twice last night, and he was feeling good about the prospect of seeing her again, she had been acting weird.
“You sure you’re okay?” Booshie was not the type of man who cared if he saw a woman again after he slept with her, at least not after he had walked away from Susan all those years ago.
But there was something very different about Naggie, something he noticed the moment he saw her months ago. He couldn’t even describe it, couldn’t understand why after all this time he felt something more than a passing need for pleasure when he was around her. Hell, they spent one night together.
That shit didn’t equate to a relationship, and he didn’t even know if that was what he wanted. Booshie wasn’t getting any younger, but he never thought much about having an old lady, or a family for that matter.
She turned and looked at him but didn’t verbally respond.
Booshie knew that silence. He might not be the kind of man who kept his mouth shut, but even he could sense she was uncomfortable. “I had a good time with you, Naggie.”
She chuckled, and it was filled with genuine amusement. “Me too.” She looked down at her hands she had resting in her lap. “Is Booshie your real name?” When she looked at him once more, he didn’t respond right away.
For a moment, he just took in the sight of her. They had a fuck marathon last night, one that made him feel like he was decades younger. She made him feel like he was decades younger. “Does it sound like a real name?” He grinned, hoping the small act told her he was giving her a hard time.
She started laughing and shook her head. “I’ve learned in life that just because it doesn’t sound ‘normal’ doesn’t mean it isn’t real.” She shrugged. “Naggie is actually my real name.” She chuckled humorlessly. “I bet you’re asking who in the hell would name their kid Naggie.” Her smile widened, but he caught an expression on her face that passed as quickly as it had come. “Shitty-ass parents, that’s who.”
Booshie could tell in her voice that there was anger in there, but she tried to play it off like she didn’t give a shit. Steering away from that might be the best option right now, because obviously she didn’t want to go down that road. “No, Booshie isn’t my real name. The club gave it to me when I was a prospect. My real name is Nicholas Travene.”
She nodded, and her smile grew. “Nicholas.” She said his name softly, and he couldn’t help but start to get hard.
God, he was a sick bastard, but he hadn’t heard a woman say his legal name in so damn long, and it coming from Naggie sounded so fucking good.