Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
And the intense urge to make her his hit him in the gut.
With a grunt, he used his weight to roll her onto her back and he took over, slamming her hard, snagging a nipple in his mouth, sucking, flicking, scraping his teeth over one tip then the other.
She wiggled, screamed and called out his real name, spurring him on to take her harder and faster. When her legs wrapped around his hips, he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her up enough so he could drive deep and hit her just right.
Then she exploded around him, clawing his back as she cried out, her body convulsing around him, trying to draw him deeper. He gritted his teeth, so he’d at least last until her orgasm was over, but it took every inch of willpower he had.
When she cried out, “Again!” he shook his head.
“Can’t, baby girl... Can’t...”
With one last thrust, he captured her mouth once more and his load shot out of him with such force that he swore he saw stars.
He broke their kiss so he could suck in some much needed oxygen and stared down into the face that would change his fucking life.
He just knew it.
And he wasn’t sure he was happy about it, either.
Chapter Four
When Emma finally caught her breath, she dropped her gaze from the ceiling to the man who was now lying beside her, trying to slow his own ragged breathing.
Like he said, she should be regretting her actions since she did something so out of character for her. She simply didn’t sleep with random strangers.
And she certainly didn’t sleep with big tattooed bikers.
What the hell was she thinking?
“Damn, where did that come from?” he grumbled next to her, one arm thrown over his head, the other laying across his heavily decorated belly. His forehead still showed signs of perspiration.
Where did that come from? She honestly didn’t have an answer. She had never been sexually promiscuous in her life. But she wasn’t a prude, either. She enjoyed sex, yes. Though she couldn’t remember enjoying it as much as she just had. With complete abandonment. And this man hadn’t treated her like a breakable doll, he had given her everything he had.
Or at least that’s what she thought. Did he have more? Did she want to find out?
“I don’t know. I lost my head. I... I haven’t been intimate with anyone in a long time. I’ve been focused on... other things.” She rolled to her side and studied his large body sprawled on his back. “Apparently, I needed this.” Maybe it was all the stress she’d been under for the past few months. Maybe she just needed to let loose and forget all her problems, even if only for a little while.
“You ain’t the only one.”
She reached out and placed her palm on his damp chest, watching it rise and fall for a moment. Her skin looked so pale next to the colors of his tattoos. “Please don’t think I used sex to get this job.”
He moved his hand up to cover hers. “Believe me, woman, us doin’ that has nothin’ to do with you gettin’ the job.”
“I got it?” She held her breath, hoping for an affirmative answer.
He reached up and brushed away a lock of her hair that was plastered to her cheek as he studied her face. “Want the truth?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Wanna tell you fuck no.” He lifted his hand to stop her when she opened her mouth to argue. “Gonna give you a shot. A trial period. Got me?”
She smiled. “Yes!”
“Gonna get some of the girls to work with you an’ teach you some money-makin’ moves. Start you off on daylight where the clientele ain’t so picky. See how you do.”
As the excitement and relief rushed through her over that news, she squealed and climbed on top of him, planting a big, fat kiss on his lips.
He chuckled. “Hang on.” He reached underneath her, pulled off the condom, tied a knot in it and chucked it onto the floor.
Her first reaction was disgust at that move, but then it wasn’t her floor and she just got a job.
And had some awesome, stress-relieving sex.
With a big, burly, bearded biker who was probably an actual pussycat deep down inside.
She tugged gently on his thick beard. “I have to admit, I kind of like the beard now.”
He grinned. “Just kinda?”
“More than kinda.”
He reached up and wrapped a lock of her hair around his finger. One of a few that had a bulky silver ring on it. “Lemme know when you wanna feel it again.”
“Mmm.” If there was a next time, she wanted him to spend a lot longer down there than what he did earlier. A lot longer.
He brushed a knuckle over her cheek. “When’s the last time you had a man?”
“Had a man or had sex with a man?”