Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
The roar of the shower filled my ears, but it didn’t block out my thoughts. They were too loud, especially at night when I was trying to get at least a lick of sleep.
Having Aisling here was dangerous for the club.
She was carrying our heir, and other clubs, specifically the Hornets, would see that as a threat. Who knew what crazy thing they would do to prevent us from having an heir? They could firebomb our clubhouse. Ambush us on the roads.
I already caught wind that another club was speculating that we had an heir on the way because they caught sight of Aisling with some of us in the city, but it was all rumors right now.
What happened when those rumors turned into facts?
I lifted my head out of the water with closed eyes, the water beating against my broad chest. But there was another problem. A big problem.
When I looked at Aisling, especially when she walked around in lounge shorts in a tank top, I couldn’t help but find her attractive.
I couldn’t help but feel turned on by the sight of her leaning over the pool table as she lined up a shot or when she smiled as she talked to the other guys.
It drove me crazy because the last thing that I wanted was to feel anything like that toward her.
That clouded my mind and made how I felt toward her even more frustrating. Just the thought of her full lips as she frowned at me made me hard, my jaw tensing in anger at myself. Why couldn’t I just feel nothing toward her?
My angry thoughts melted into a fantasy that I had no control over.
I pictured myself sitting on my motorcycle after a ride in the garage. She walked out of the clubhouse in a pair of black shorts that hugged her ass and showed off her thighs, her nipples showing through the white tank top that perfectly accented her curves.
Instead of avoiding me like usual, she grabbed my shoulders and straddled my lap. She leaned close, her lips brushing the shell of my ear as she spoke.
“I want you. Make me yours,” she whispered as she pushed her ass down on my steadily hardening cock.
I placed one hand on the shower wall, letting the water come down on my head as my other hand wrapped around my erection, steadily stroking myself as the fantasy played out in my mind.
Aisling reached down and undid my jeans, freeing my cock and stroking me in time with my actual movements. Her lips fluttered up my neck and along my jaw as she begged for my reciprocation.
“Touch me, please,” she whimpered as she ran her thumb over the head of my cock, making my hips jerk in response.
I slid one hand up her body, curving over her breast before reaching the base of her throat. I grabbed her, making her gasp in pleasure as she stroked me faster.
“Take off your clothes,” I told her before releasing her.
Breathless, Aisling slid off my lap and hurriedly took off her clothes, standing bare in front of me with that perfect body of hers that I imagined so many damn times.
I took hold of her hips and pulled her back on my lap, lining myself up with her entrance before pushing herself inside. She was already wet for me, desperate for me. I tightened my grip on her waist, helping her bounce on me and taking in the sound of her beautiful moans.
Aisling ran her hands up my arms, perching them on my shoulders to give her more leverage as she dropped down on me. Her lips parted with sweet sounds, and her eyes fluttered shut in bliss.
“So close. Please,” she begged me.
I wrapped my arm around her, slamming her down on my cock over and over until she cried out, her orgasm shuddering through her.
“Fuck,” I breathed out as I came, spilling over my hand with gritted teeth.
It didn’t take long for the heat and pleasure to subside, leaving me cold and angry at myself for giving into my twisted desires. I shouldn’t want her, but part of me did.
Badly.
That didn’t matter, though.
Eventually, after the baby was born, she would leave us.
I wouldn’t have to worry about how I felt about her because she would be out of our lives besides decisions about the kid. And that was probably for the best.
When I got out of the shower and stepped into the main room with a towel around my waist, it didn’t take me long to feel Aisling’s eyes on me as she sat on the couch with her legs stretched out over Claude’s laps as he read one of his sci-fi books.
Her gaze seemed to sweep over me, taking in my bare chest and wondering what I looked like under the white towel.