Total pages in book: 212
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1040(@200wpm)___ 832(@250wpm)___ 693(@300wpm)
“Explain.”
“That Sarge dude has tried to get my attention. Flirting with me. Showed up to the senior’s home I worked at, tryin’ to… I don’t know… recruit me, I guess, into their bunny stable. Invited me to a party a few weeks back and it was the second invite from him. I told him I’d come just to get away from him, but I didn’t show, so I’ve been hoping not to run into him again. Had a few run-ins with bad bikers so I’ve always done my best to stay outta their way.”
“You prefer good bikers, do ya?” A smile tugged at my lips.
“I mean… not hard to spot the differences between what you guys are and them. I know your club aren’t exactly boy scouts, but you’re also in a whole different league than those guys. They’re…scumbags. And I’d have said that even before what they did to Lick and to Edge’s girl. Plus what I heard they did to that Scooter guy. And I don’t judge people typically. Or I try not to. But can’t help but judge rapists and murderers.”
I adjusted my pillow and grunted, turning to try to get into a better position.
“Fuck,” I groaned, a shooting pain trilling up my back.
“You okay over there?” she asked.
“Back spasm. I’m fine.”
“That couch is older than you and me put together, I think. Doesn’t look too comfy.”
“It’s not.”
“You might as well sleep here on the bed with me. I mean… It’s pretty comfy. Or it would be, and I’d be sleeping like a baby if I hadn’t glutened myself today.”
“I’m fine here,” I insisted.
Ten minutes or so later I heard her whimper.
“What?” I called.
“Just my belly. Sorry to wake you up.”
“You want some Tylenol or somethin’?”
“I swallowed some a while ago. I just gotta suffer.”
“Fuck sakes.” I growled.
“Don’t be mad at me. I’m already mad at me.”
“Ma’s got a heating pad. You want it?”
“That’d be good. Thanks, Jesse.”
I slipped out and grabbed it from the cabinet in the bathroom.
When I was back in the doorway, before I flicked the hall light switch off, I could see she was curled into a tight ball on her side. pain on her face. And I was angrier.
I plugged the heating pad into the nearest outlet and sat on the edge of the bed.
She whimpered again.
I flicked the pad’s switch to high and seeing the outline of her body with the orange light, put it to her stomach.
“Thanks,” she whispered, her hand touching mine as she took it from me. “Please stop being mad at me.”
I ground my molars, then forced myself to breathe out the anger before asking, “What’s it feel like?”
“Like hard tugging, pulling inside my stomach.”
And for some reason, I didn’t get up, didn’t move. I stayed where I was.
Finally, she asked, “Want to lay down here? I’m on your side of the bed. I can move over.”
“Yeah,” I replied.
She moved over.
And I lay back, resting my head on my arm, the cord from the heating pad draped over my hip, the orange light on it illuminating her. She was still in a ball on her side, facing away from me.
“That couch looked uncomfortable,” she whispered.
“It was,” I agreed.
“This bed isn’t bad. Comfier than your bed in the swamp.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
A minute later, she groaned a little.
“Not helpin’?” I asked.
“I don’t think this heating pad works. Sorry, I’m not usually such a baby about this, but I way overdid it.”
I reached across and flicked it off and back on and then put my hand against it while it rested on her stomach. A few minutes later it still wasn’t getting hot.
“Piece of shit,” I muttered and switched it back off before I tossed it to the floor.
“Can you…” she muttered.
I waited for her to finish. She didn’t.
“Can I what?”
“Never mind. It’s all right.”
“What?”
“It’s okay. I’m weird.”
“What is it, Gianna? Fuck sakes, spit it out.”
“Well, now you’re madder, so I don’t wanna spit anything out.”
“Can I what?” I asked softer.
She sighed. “I was just gonna say it felt nice how your hand was there. The pressure, I mean. But… that’s kinda weird of me, so…”
I reached over and put my hand to her belly. “Like that?”
“Yeah. The pressure is helping a little. A lot, actually.”
I kept my hand on her stomach. And since she was only wearing a t-shirt and my palm was on bare skin, I knew it meant her shirt was up around her tits to make room for my hand. And my pinky was against the waistband of her underwear. I’m not a fuckin’ pervert, the girl was lying beside me in pain, but I still had to talk my cock into staying down because she didn’t need it poking her in the ass while she was dealing with a brutal stomachache.
“You can let go if you want,” she whispered a few minutes later.