Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Was she doing too much?
He didn’t want her to get ill or exhausted. Giving birth was not a picnic. It was fucking hard work.
Pulling out his cell phone, he texted Harlow.
Smokey: Is Ava doing too much?
He pocketed his cell phone and was amazed when it buzzed less than a minute later. What was it with young people constantly on their cell phones?
Vegan Brat: I won’t let her. I do everything, but she is always wanting to bake stuff for the club. She is a true mama bear.
Smokey sighed. He had tried to get her to stop worrying about feeding the club. Ava needed to take it easy.
Smokey: Don’t let her do too much. She needs her rest.
Vegan Brat: Tell her that. She’s my boss and I’m not going to get my ass fired. I’ll do everything I can. Tomorrow I’ll be bringing the turkeys. Kisses.
He glared at the phone.
Stupid kisses.
Harlow did that to get him to stop texting.
****
Ava lay in the bath with anticipation, hoping Smokey would come to her. What she had to wonder was if he got the message of what she wanted.
The two of them, alone in the tub.
She nibbled on her lip as she glanced down at the bubbles. They covered her body, with just her shoulders, head, and feet out of the water. She’d pinned her hair back. It wasn’t too long as she hadn’t allowed it to grow back to its original length.
Whenever she did have an appointment with the hairdresser, Smokey kept asking her to cancel.
She didn’t.
Ava paused as she thought about Smokey. Raven had been the one to chop off her hair at his demand. Before she met Smokey, she used to have long hair, the kind that touched her ass with the length.
Did it upset him whenever she got it cut?
She hadn’t thought about it from Smokey’s perspective. Only from her own. Yes, part of her didn’t want the chance to go through that again. There was no denying that, but also, she happened to like having shorter hair. It was easier to style, at least for her, it was. Also, it made life easier when it came to working at the bakery.
Running her hands through the water, she tilted her head back when Smokey opened the door.
Umberto was still sound asleep.
She noticed Smokey had already removed his leather cut, and as he stepped into the bathroom, he didn’t strip off his clothes. He moved toward her and knelt beside the side of the tub. “Hello, beautiful.”
“Smokey, there is more than enough room. Come and join me.” She had no choice but to sit up. The copious amounts of bubbles helped to conceal her body. “Or, would you like to go to bed?”
“Is my woman horny?”
“Are you not?” she asked.
“For you, always.”
She wanted to ask him if that was really true, that pesky insecurity rearing its ugly head. Instead of saying a single word, she merely smiled as if she knew a secret that he didn’t quite understand.
“I want you, Smokey.” She ran her hand down the front of his body, tracing toward his dick, but he captured her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.
“And you’ll have me.” He stood up, and her mouth went dry as he removed his clothes. Every act from Smokey was like a seduction. He revealed his heavily inked body, and fuck, he looked so fucking tasty. She wanted to lick every single part of him, and then some more.
She felt an answering pulse between her thighs, and it was like a hunger building inside her. A desperate need for him.
After he removed his boxer briefs, he stepped into the bathtub behind her, and Ava cursed herself internally because she had wanted to face him.
Seduction was not her forte.
Smokey wrapped his large hands around her, and as she leaned back, she felt herself relax against him. He felt so good.
He pressed a kiss to her head and then to her shoulder. His hands slowly started to tease up toward her breasts, and as he captured them in his palms, she released a moan. He knew exactly what to do to make her hungry for him. Need flooded her pussy, and as he began to tease her nipples, an answering quake built.
“I fucking love your tits. I think they’ve gotten bigger, baby.”
He pinched her nipples, but he didn’t stay teasing her for too long before he began to caress down her body, going between her thighs.
She sank her teeth against her lip, a whimper escaping as he finally touched her pussy.
“Oh, baby, you’re so wet for me,” he said.
He stroked her clit, and each touch to her nub set her on fire even more. Smokey slid down, plunging his fingers inside her core, and another whimper escaped her. She just couldn’t help it. The pleasure was out of this world.