Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Drive-by,” I told her, hearing more pops, then ones that had to be returned fire. Like the whole fucking building wasn’t full of innocent people who could catch a stray bullet.
Idiots.
“We’re okay down here,” I assured her. “Just needed to get away from the windows. The brick is pretty good against most bullets,” I added, realizing how this very situation had been a frequent event of my childhood. And how now, as a fucking arms-dealing biker, I got shot at or around significantly less.
Underneath me, her heartbeat was slamming in her chest, her breath coming out in frantic huffs.
“You’re alright,” I assured her as the sounds of gunfire stopped, followed by the peeling away of tires.
We stayed there like that for a long moment, though, until I heard the police sirens making their way closer and closer.
Only then did I roll off of her, get to my feet, then pull her to hers.
“You okay?” I asked, reaching up to rub her lower lip with my thumb.
“I… yeah. You move fast,” she said as she sucked in a deep breath.
“Got a long history of hitting the ground when bullets fly around here. Speaking of shit around here,” I said, not wanting to let the whiteboard thing go when she’d already been hurt around here once. “Why is your whiteboard in—“ I started, but cut off as Jade slowly lowered back down to her knees, her hands sliding up my thighs. “What are you doing?” I asked, my cock already getting excited as her hands went around to my fly.
“Thanking you for saving me,” she said, shooting me a wicked little smirk as her palm rubbed over my cock through my pants.
“I think we should talk—“
“Thinking is overrated,” she said, reaching inside to pull out my cock, then swallowing me to the base in one hot as fuck move.
Did I allow myself to get completely distracted by getting my cock sucked?
I sure as fuck did.
And I swear to God that by the time she let me come down her throat, she’d somehow managed to suck every thought right out of my head.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Jade
Levee stayed for two days before his brothers and president started to request his appearance back at the clubhouse.
I was almost needy enough to beg him to take me with him. To let me throw the fish in a temporary tank, put them in my backseat, and come live with him for the time being.
Not just because I loved being with him. Which I did. Of course. I was pretty sure we did nothing but have sex, nap, and eat the entire time he was at my place.
We’d had so much sex that my freaking thigh muscles were sore like I’d suddenly taken up an intensive gym routine.
So, yeah, I wanted to be with him.
But I was also scared to be without him. As much as I hated to admit that even just to myself.
That said, I couldn’t tell him that. Especially after using oral sex as a way to get him to drop the topic of my whiteboard. And then, to make matters worse, grabbing that whiteboard when he was asleep and shoving it at the bottom of my hamper, praying he’d just forget all about it.
Thanks to the sex stupor we’d both been in, he had.
But now that I’d let this long go this long, I felt like it was almost impossible to bring him in on the matter.
Or maybe I was just telling myself that because I was too chickenshit to open up about it.
I sighed as I wrung out the third crop top while leaning over my tub.
I was going to leave my apartment again. Just not, you know, yet. I wanted to give it a few days, make sure everything had blown over.
I carried my clean clothes out into the living room to hang dry as I went back to my neglected canvas, getting back to work for a few hours.
The sun was set as I dragged my weary bones over to the couch, dropping down, and deciding it was a better place to sleep than in my bed. Where the empty space next to me would taunt me with its cool absence.
I must have been dozing pretty soundly, my body having gotten used to Levee’s nearness and safety, making me less apt to wake up at every small noise.
So I was out cold enough not to hear the scratch of my lock, the slight creak the door made as it opened.
I didn’t even hear the footsteps as they drew nearer.
It wasn’t until a hand clamped over my mouth that I jolted awake.
I’d like to claim my instincts kicked in automatically, that I wasn’t completely slow and confused for a solid few seconds, sleep still clinging to my mind and body.
But as the hand pressed harder, holding me down against the couch cushions, awareness slammed into me.