Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Lucky,” I growl and clamp onto his wrist. “Fuck.”
His teeth sink into the soft flesh of my nipple, and my hips slam forward as a hot rush of liquid wets my thighs, his hand, and the bed.
“Lucky!” The sound of the liquid combined with his fingers inside me is a hot reminder of what’s just happened. He doesn’t stop thrusting for another minute, and when he does stop and pulls back to look at me, I try to cover my face.
“Don’t you fucking dare hide from me after that,” he growls. “Look at me, Aria.”
I take my time, but when he pulls my chin and forces my gaze at him, he’s smiling. Not just smiling but proud and smug smiling. “What’s so funny?”
“Funny? That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He groans and rubs his cock against my thigh.
“That almost makes up for the fact that I can’t fuck this tight pussy of yours.” His mouth slams against mine, but the kiss is slow and sensual, almost as if he’s trying to bring me down gently from the high of five orgasms before he rolls onto his back beside me.
“Fuck, I’m still coming,” he growls and looks down at his cock, leaking jizz from the tip.
I laugh, and then silence falls between us. I wait for the usual post-sex awkwardness to come, where the guy tries to figure out how long he can wait before getting dressed and leaving. Where I pretend I won’t break out my magic bullet to get myself off because he didn’t. Only it never comes. It’s silent and relaxing, the air still humming with erotic heat.
The bed shifts beside me, and I look away, but then I feel his arm around me, pulling me against his chest. “You are one big fucking surprise, Aria.”
I sigh and rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes to the soothing sound of his heart. “How so?”
“You’re always so, I don’t know, fucking put together and proper. I figured you were just a vanilla sex kind of girl, not a kink master.”
“Kink master?”
He laughs. “Like that, do you?”
“Kind of,” I admit quietly.
“It’s true, and it’s not just the butt-fucking, which was pretty fucking hot, by the way. The squirting was a highlight too, but you like the dirty talk. And you’re so responsive.”
My body lights up at his praise. Most men appreciate fucking a woman in the ass, but not the way Lucky does. Not the way he gets off on getting me off, and that scares me.
It’s just sex, I tell myself as I scramble for something else to talk about before I say or do something crazy.
“How did you come to be in a motorcycle gang? Did they recruit you or something?”
He chuckles and lets his fingertip walk up and down my spine. “Wow, that came out of left field,” he says.
“Well, I figure if we’re going to, you know, butt fuck, I should get to know you a bit better,” I say, trying to sound as casual as possible.
“Are we talking a one-time thing or something more regular?” he asks, and I wonder if I’ve put my foot in my mouth, assuming he’d even want to hook up with me again.
“Never mind, I’m just curious about your life. No big deal,” I say, sounding a little deflated.
“Easy, girl. I’ll tell you. I grew up broke and hungry, just me and my kid brother until our grandmother took us in. We stayed with her for a few years until she passed away, and then we were on the streets again. Diesel was good at fixing cars, so he worked while I was away in the Army,” he explains.
“Kelsey mentioned you were in the Army. What did you do?” I ask, genuinely intrigued.
“I jumped out of planes in places we weren’t supposed to be and messed things up, mostly. Did two tours of that for good ol’ Uncle Sam and then came home,” he answers.
“You jumped out of planes?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
He nods. “Yep. I enlisted, and they sent me off to Alaska for training.”
“Alaska? Wow, that must have been quite an experience.”
He grins. “It was definitely an adventure. Cold as hell, but the scenery was breathtaking. I even got to see the Northern Lights.”
I trace the Greek letters over his eyebrow. “Is it weird if I say thank you for your service?”
He laughs and squeezes my waist. “I’d rather you thank me for the way I just serviced you.” He sighs, and our gazes connect in a long moment, full of heat. “I came back from the Army to a bunch of lousy jobs and a lot of thank you for your service, but we’re not hiring nonsense that left me broke and angry.”
“And you decided to become an outlaw?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.