Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
But then, as time wore on, I realized that I didn’t much care if he knew that I knew he had an erection. So I stayed with my hands wrapped loosely around his tight belly, resting lightly against his jeans.
Jeans that fit so snugly that each time I actually looked into his lap, I could see the long thick column of his cock reaching down into the legs of his jeans.
The bike slowed, and I looked up and smiled at the woman beside me.
She wasn’t one of ours. In fact, the biker girl leather jacket that she was wearing declared her part of The Uncertain Saints MC.
I waved at her, and she winked at me, picking her hand up to play with some of her hair that had slipped free of her hot pink helmet.
I’d started counting the bikers when we’d first started, and slowly decided that maybe counting wasn’t going to work since we had so many surrounding us.
Instead, I started counting the different vests that declared which motorcycle club the men and women belonged to.
So far, I was at twenty-four different organizations. Only one of which I actually knew lived in the area—That being the Dixie Wardens MC.
Sean’s body tensed, and I looked up to find that a few of the bikers in front of us had started braking, readying themselves to turn into the smokehouse that was just a few hundred feet ahead.
My ass gave a relieved thrum as I thought about standing up, but my vagina, which happened to like exactly where it happened to be at that moment in time, wasn’t feeling the same tingly emotion.
It was upset. And I was, too.
I didn’t want to get off the bike, because doing that meant I could no longer press my body against Sean’s without looking like a complete and utter weirdo.
Sean braked a little harder, and I tightened my hands around his waist, holding on and leaning with his body while he took the turn into the parking lot.
I watched the ground pass us by, enraptured by the idea of nothing surrounding me.
Sean’s body wiggled, and I held on even tighter as he came to a stop not at the front of the lot like some of the first ones in, but at the back.
He backed in, just like he always did, and made me smile into his leather vest.
“Shut up,” he rumbled the moment he’d kicked down the stand and shut the bike off.
I grinned huge as I reached for my helmet, pulling it off of my head and saying a quick thank you to whoever had designed it. My helmet was the cutest thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t believe that Sean had picked it out for me, all by himself.
“Legs Jell-O?” someone asked from beside me.
I turned to find Imogen and Aaron pulling into a parking spot directly next to ours.
“Yes,” I said to Imogen. “I’m pretty sure that they wouldn’t support my weight if I tried to stand right now.”
Imogen reached her arms up high over her head, and Aaron chose that moment to drop down and blow a raspberry on her exposed belly.
Imogen laughed and brought her elbows down to protect herself, but only succeeded in elbowing Aaron in the neck, causing him to whine.
“Oww!” he fake cried.
I rolled my eyes and went to step forward, only for my leg to go out from beneath me.
Lucky for me, Sean was there to catch me. And catch me he did.
Then he went even further and pulled me straight into his arms.
I stayed there for a few long seconds, basking in the feel of his arms around my shoulders, before turning slightly in his arms to look up at him.
“This isn’t a good idea,” I told him. “I’m the queen of bad ideas.”
His grin was wicked.
“If you’re the queen, I’m the king.”
And that was that.
He turned me in his arms, looped one arm around my waist to help me, and then started strolling with me to the front door of the smokehouse.
And it really was a smokehouse.
“Wow!” I hesitated, looking around at the huge room that was in front of us.
It was nothing but display cases. The food in the display cases was in order. Alligator. Antelope. Chicken. Elk. Moose. Pork. Venison.
And that was only a fraction of what was there. There were literally hundreds of different types of meats.
“Can you eat here?” I questioned, my eyes taking in all the display cases.
“I think so,” he said, sounding unsure. “But I’m only looking for a bathroom.”
I looked at him. “You need to go to the bathroom?”
He looked at me.
“No. But I know when you are on shift for more than three hours, you change your bag. So I’m finding you a bathroom so that you can do that.”
He really was a lot more comfortable with the fact that I had a colostomy than I was, that was for sure.