Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I took out as many of the Graceland Reapers as I could before I walked away. And then I rode my ass out of town, and I never looked back.
When I walked away, I was done with that shit. Being that man took everything from me. It took Jayson, my peace, and my own damn humanity. It turned me into a murderer—one who doesn't even regret his crimes.
I regret a lot of things, but not what I did. Those motherfuckers deserved the justice I meted out. My club may have operated outside the law, but we had no beef with them. What they did was unforgiveable.
But with Kylie wrapped around me and the road beneath us, the memories start to loosen their grip. The wind whips around us, drowning out the world. It leaves only the two of us in our little bubble, far removed from the past, the future, and anything resembling reality.
It's just us—the past a distant memory that holds no sway here.
"Memphis, this is amazing!" she shouts into my ear.
I can't help but grin, her voice chasing away the demons that haunt me.
Her grip on me tightens as we race through my neighborhood, each house situated a little further apart than the last. She splays her hands flat across my abdomen, sliding lower. My heart races as the heat of her palm sears me.
And when her hand slips lower, brushing against my cock through my jeans, I can't help but growl a curse, desperate for her touch. For her. Christ, she has no idea how badly I want her hands on my body.
I've thought of nothing else since she walked her fine ass into my bar and started reading in the corner. I don't even care anymore what she's up to or why she's lying about who she is. It doesn't fucking matter. All that matters is her and the way she makes me feel.
"Fuck, Toto," I mutter under my breath, bucking my hips into her hand. She wraps her fingers around me, squeezing through my pants. Her body presses closer, the heat of her pussy against my lower back, her tits crushed against me. That fucking hand slowly driving me crazy as she strokes me.
There's no way I can keep this fucking bike on the road with her hands on me like this. All I can think about is her. But we're nearly to my place.
I can make it.
Fuck. I will make it.
I squeeze the throttle, and the bike darts forward.
She finds a rhythm, jacking my cock through my jeans.
We weave on the road, my concentration scattered as she wreaks havoc on my body with that fucking perfect hand.
I pull through the gates, gunning it until we're safely inside the garage. Finally. Jesus Christ.
I kill the throttle, and the bike goes silent.
Kylie squeaks when I grab her suddenly, hauling her around until she's straddling me.
"You're on the verge of getting yourself bent over these handlebars and fucked sideways, princess," I rasp, my voice strained. She moans my name, making my cock throb. In one swift motion, I rip her helmet off, tossing it aside. "You drive me fucking crazy, Toto."
"Good," she says, her emerald eyes dark and heated. "Because you drive me crazy too."
My lips crash down on hers in a ravenous kiss, my hand tangled in her hair. I devour her mouth like a man starved, our tongues tangling. She tastes like honey and sin, and I can't get enough.
But somehow, I manage to break the kiss before we get carried away. With her, it's so fucking easy to do. As soon as she's in my arms, I'm lost, drowning in the feel of her pressed against me.
Her breath tickles my neck as she leans in close, running her fingers gently over my bruised knuckles. "You went after Phantom instead of going to practice today," she whispers, her eyes soft and searching as she meets my gaze.
"Never denied it," I say with a shrug, trying to keep my cool despite the warmth pooling in my chest at her touch. Christ, the things she does to me. A simple touch from her and I'm a goddamn livewire shooting off sparks.
"Why?" The word slips out in a vulnerable plea for understanding that makes me want to break down walls for her.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because he put his hands on you. He hurt you. He scared you." I'm not sure which answer she wants, so I give them all to her…every single reason I went after him today. "Because you're mine, and I always fucking take care of what belongs to me, Toto. Always."
She bites her lip and nods, tears shimmering in her lashes.
I tug her lips gently from between her teeth. "I'm the only one who gets to bite that lip, princess."