Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I had to grin because she no longer called my first name during sex. It was always Pops. I rarely called her Jo, only when we were alone and it was important she listen to what I had to say. While she always took me seriously, I found that pulling her out of the persona she’d become since taking this club under our wing had become our signal for her to focus solely on me. In those times, she knew it was important for her to let me in and for us to make those decisions together. The longer we were together, the less and less it happened.
“Oh, God! Pops!”
“That’s my name, baby.” I chuckled. “Tell me what you want. I’ll make it happen no matter what.”
“You. I want you.”
“Yeah?” I grinned up at her. I was sure the expression wasn’t tame. “I’m right here, baby. What’re you gonna do with me?”
“Fuck me, you bastard!” she screamed. “Put your fuckin’ cock inside me and fuck the shit outta me!”
That was all I needed. I took action, guiding my cock inside her and moving in a hard, driving rhythm. Mama wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her heels into my ass. Urging me to move harder and faster, she took what she wanted. She gave me much, much more than she took. I’d had several women in my life. Usually only for a night or two. Never with any expectation either of us would be around in the morning. It was the way I liked my life. I didn’t want a woman I had to worry about leaving when I went off to war or anywhere else. I took my pleasures, tried to give her as much as I took, and didn’t worry about her beyond the moment.
Not so with Mama.
When she clawed at me, I bared my teeth. I didn’t stop fucking her, but I snagged her wrists -- first one then the other -- holding them in one hand above her head.
“You don’t get to dictate the pace, Mama. I’m in charge.”
“Bastard,” she hissed, showing her own teeth. “You said you’d give me what I wanted!”
I had to chuckle. She was just so darn cute when she got all demanding. Mainly because I knew the real her. Mama didn’t beg. She took what she wanted. I loved that I could hold her off and she trusted me enough to know I’d eventually give her everything instead of exacting her will.
“I will. But I decide when. You get to lie back and enjoy.”
After that, things got worse. By the time I let her come, Josephine Peyton was close to killing me. I think I even had bite marks on my shoulder where she punished me. A few times. When she came in my arms, with my dick deep inside her hot, wet pussy, I lost my Goddamned mind. She took my cum inside her with several ragged screams and a lot of scratching down my back. I’d be wearing those scratches for a couple of days at least. Which was a good thing because I wanted everyone in the Goddamned place to know who I belonged to. Marked her with more than one hickey to stake my claim, too.
If she had bruises on her hips where I gripped her during our hard ride, well, I caught her admiring them in the mirror with a satisfied smirk before she caught me looking. Her smirk turned into a scowl. Our loving was sometimes rough, but it was always satisfying.
“We need to disappear,” I told her as I stroked her bare shoulder where she cuddled against me with her head on my chest.
“From the Brotherhood?” She rubbed her face over my skin where she rested. “Not sure that’s possible.”
“Taz was careful not to say our real names. He indicated we were probably being observed, but that they didn’t know you were the woman they were looking for.”
“I have no desire to be on that bunch’s radar.”
“Me neither.”
We were silent for a while before she spoke again. “What’re we gonna do?” She sounded sleepy. Sated. Made me grin.
“I’ve been thinkin’ on that. I have an idea, but it means giving up everything. Family especially. Family is always the downfall of anyone who tries to hide from these fuckers.”
“You sayin’ we need to die?”
“That’s exactly what I’m sayin’.”
“What’s the plan?”
“I know a man. He’s an asshole, but I ain’t ever met anyone as intelligent. I’d like to reach out to him. Meet up and see if he can help.”
“OK. Where is he?”
“Rockwell, Illinois. He has a place in Oklahoma too. I thought it would be better to meet him there. Assuming he’s agreeable.”
“Why wouldn’t he be?”
I couldn’t help but smile, remembering exactly why Luca Romano was pissed at me. “Because, the last time we were together, I beat him at chess.”