Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I blushed seven shades of red.
“I’ve never been into it either,” Sin called out. “And I still can’t find my pants.”
“I think you’re just staying now because you find it enticing.” Zach’s smooth, velvet dark voice called out. “And your pants are literally sticking out of your bag right there under the towel. I can see them. I think you’re not trying too hard.”
The door to the bathroom was yanked open, yet again.
“Are you assholes ever going to finish?” Trick’s rough voice asked. “Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m trying to get out of this den of sin,” the interloper coughed. “But none of the shower stalls are open, and I need one. I don’t want to lose my place in line. So I’m subjecting myself to this disgusting behavior. I’ll be truly letting the campground know of this behavior, however. Having sex in public is against the law.”
“We’re an outlaw motorcycle club,” Trick snorted. “We don’t really do the ‘law.’ Considering we’re all convicted felons and all, it’s obvious that the law really doesn’t apply to us. But, just sayin’, even I who try not to look at other men’s dicks can see that yours is hard. If you didn’t find whatever was going on in here ‘hot’ then why is it hard? Also, who the hell wears silk pants to camp in? I bet that million-dollar motor home is yours, isn’t it? Why aren’t you taking a shower in it?”
I was panting against Hunt’s collarbone, and the smile on my face was growing.
Hunt slapped my ass and urged me to get off of him.
I did, my eyes going to our laps as I stood up on shaky legs.
When I looked at his cock as I was standing, I licked my lips and felt a familiar throb between my legs at the sight of him.
He was covered in our combined juices.
It was honestly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
Which was when it hit me.
I wanted his release inside of me to take root.
I wanted his babies.
For the first time since I was a kid, the thought of being pregnant didn’t scare the absolute crap out of me.
The thought of having his babies filled me with utter joy.
Years ago, when I’d entered this farce of a relationship, I’d had no clue just how much I would come to depend on the man.
How much I would want him in my life.
How much I would need him.
How much I loved him.
Oh my God.
I loved him.
I loved the man that I’d married sight unseen. I loved the man that was a nerd and wore glasses and turned me on with just a glance over said glasses.
Glasses that were adorably fogged up and streaked in his haste to look at me through the fog.
I grinned at him.
“Your glasses are fogged up,” I said quietly.
Obviously not quiet enough because Sin said, “Of course, his glasses are fogged up! You’ve fogged the entire room up with what y’all just did! Even our bikes are fogged up outside!”
I covered my mouth and darted back into the shower.
Hunt walked up behind me, sans glasses, and pressed himself bodily against me.
“I love you,” I said quietly.
Again, not quietly enough because Sin said, “I think I love you, too!”
There was a loud smack, and then, “Ow! Fuck! Zach! You’re a doctor. You’re not supposed to cause people harm. Isn’t that against the warrior’s creed?”
“Doctor’s oath,” Zach corrected. “And I think I proved that I wasn’t all that doctor-like when I killed that kid for running over my girlfriend. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Did it feel good to do it in the moment? Because when I almost killed that man for hurting my girl, I thought for sure it would feel better when I was done. It didn’t. It felt worse, because I made it end too quickly.”
“Oh my God.” The obvious millionaire who should really be in his motor home groaned. “Y’all are sick. Sick individuals!”
The man still didn’t leave.
I reached for the soap that was on the stall between Zach’s shower and mine and yanked it down toward me.
“I was using that,” Zach drawled.
I used some and rubbed it into my hair.
“It smells like man,” I called out. “Where did you buy this? It looks salon grade.”
“I don’t know,” Zach said as I handed it to Hunt. “My mom orders it for me and has it sent to my house.”
I felt my lips tip up into a smile.
Hunt replaced the bottle as I washed the shampoo out of my hair.
I did the same with Zach’s conditioner.
But when I reached for his razor, he took it off the shelf.
“There’s a lot of things that I will allow,” Zach drawled. “And you using my razor isn’t one of them.”
I snickered.
“You can use mine!” Sin called. “I’m throwing it out after this use. Blades are dull.”