Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
After another hour or so, the party started to fizzle out. Most of the guys had already left, and it was quiet, with a low rumble of a song playing on the jukebox. Lawson stood by the doorway, looking sexy as hell as he waited for me to make my way over to him. Even from across the room, I could see that lustful spark in his eyes, making me want him even more. There was no better feeling than seeing that look and knowing it was just for me.
I walked over to him and smiled, “Hey there. How’s my man making it tonight?”
“Better now.” He slipped his arm around my waist. “You ready?”
“Absolutely.”
“You gonna be able to ride back, or should we take the truck?”
“I can ride,” I assured him. “I only had a few.”
He nodded, then took my hand and led me out to his bike. When we got home, Nikki and Luna were sound asleep on the sofa. Lawson walked over and carefully lifted Luna into his arms, then carried her to her bedroom. I saw no point in waking Nikki, so I covered her with a blanket and left her there to sleep.
When I got to our bedroom, Lawson was there waiting for me, and he’d already taken off his shirt. And oh, man. He was looking mighty fine. I could’ve just eaten him up right then and there. He must’ve noticed me admiring him because his lips curled into a smirk. “You like what you see?”
“Oh, yeah. My man is looking good tonight.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
The sound of his zipper sliding down sent a jolt of excitement through me. This man had me imagining all sorts of things—very naughty, wicked things. Unable to hide the thoughts that were going through my head, a devious smile crept across my face. I walked over to him and slowly dropped to my knees, reaching out for the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes widened when I started to inch his jeans down his hips.
A torturous groan vibrated through his chest when I took him in my hand and began to stroke up and down his hard, rigid shaft. His fingers clamped around the edge of the dresser, and his eyes shut when I brushed my tongue across the head of his dick.
“Fuck,” he mumbled as I took him deep in my mouth. I continued to stroke him slowly, with my fingers wound tightly around his cock, feeling him throb against my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair as his hips thrust forward, guiding me to take him deeper.
I loved seeing how his body responded to my touch. It gave me such a sense of power. The thought of making this man lose control with just my mouth exhilarated me, fueled my desire, and made me want him even more. With just the twist of my hand, a guttural moan echoed through the room, and a pained expression crossed his face.
I could feel him pulsing beneath my fingertips. He was getting close, really close, and I was shocked when I was suddenly yanked up from the floor and carried over to the bed. He dropped me, with my back lying flat against the mattress.
He didn’t say a word.
He didn’t have to. I knew what he wanted.
He lowered his hands to the waistband of my jeans and unfastened the button before slowly lowering them down my legs. I could tell by the hungry look in his eyes that he was in the mood for taking, and I was good with that. He could take whatever he needed, and more, and that’s exactly what he did. He took into the wee hours of the morning, and by the time he was done, I was weak-kneed and fully sated.
I was also absolutely, positively, madly in love.
And I was happy.
Truly happy.
My man does not disappoint.
Epilogue
Grim
Christmas- One Year Later
I could feel them watching me.
I knew they were worried about me.
They had every right to be. Hell, it was Christmas. I should’ve been home in Little Rock, spending the day with my brothers. Instead, I was in Washington, sitting in the back corner of the Fury clubhouse, and I was downing one drink after the next. I was trying to make myself forget. I wasn’t being all that successful.
It had been a year.
Maybe it was the holidays or just the fact that it was the anniversary of his death, but I couldn’t get Beckett out of my head. The memories were weighing on me and being around Preacher and Memphis only made it worse. I couldn’t imagine how they were doing with it. I had no doubt it was rough spending their first Christmas without him, and that only made me feel worse. I’d gone to Washington in hopes of escaping it all.
I figured the Washington boys would understand.