Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I nodded and took the number before stalking from the office. After doing a quick check to make sure Rylee was still asleep, I went down to the kitchen and slipped out the back door.
Rogue answered on the second ring. “Nova, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“How can I help?”
I filled him in on all the details, and he listened quietly until I was finished.
“Are you looking for him to be found or simply disappear?” he finally asked.
“I’d like to shove his balls down his throat and his dick up his ass. But since Nic convinced me to let you handle it, make him disappear. I don’t want his dead body casting a shadow on my girl.”
“Noted. I’ll assign this to Merrick. He’s one of my best for quick and clean. And if you are interested in making the target suffer first…” he trailed off. He was offering to let me have a crack at Chad before this Merrick guy finished him off and cleaned it up.
My jaw hardened. Yeah, I wanted that asshole to pay. “Do it.”
“Done. He’ll contact you with the details once he’s ready for you.”
I hung up just as a pair of arms encircled my torso and a soft body pressed against my back. I sighed and placed a hand over Rylee’s for a moment, then dragged her around to my front so I could wrap her up in my embrace and bury my face in her cloud of curls. I inhaled deeply, taking her scent into my lungs, reminding myself that she was safe and making me hard as fuck.
“I would do anything for you, angel. Tell me you know that.”
Rylee turned her head and kissed my cheek, sending a shot of warmth to my heart. “I know.”
My arms tightened around her, my hands going to her ass and lifting her so our centers were aligned and she locked her ankles behind my back. “Right now,” I murmured as I placed soft, wet kisses along the column of her throat, “I think you need more orgasms. And, if I’m gonna knock you up, I better fill you with a fuck of a lot more come.”
Rylee gasped, but I swallowed it when I covered her mouth with mine. We barely made it back to our room before I had us both naked and Rylee bouncing on my cock while I sucked on her big tits until she screamed my name. After releasing inside her, I was still hard—pretty much my permanent state since Rylee entered my life—so I flipped her onto all fours and plunged back in, fucking her hard and fast until she shuddered with another climax. Then I filled her so full of my seed that it was running down her thighs.
Panting and sweaty, we collapsed on the bed, and I pulled her into my arms. I couldn’t imagine heaven had anything sweeter to offer than having my girl naked, sated, and safe in my arms. I wanted the moment to last forever.
12
Rylee
I’d had more fun over the past two weeks at the Silver Saints compound than I had since my dad died. Nova made sure of it since he insisted on sticking close to me around the clock. Our days were split between the garage and tattoo parlor while our nights were full of pleasure.
Dom had agreed to the apprenticeship, but Nova needed to get back to work at the tattoo parlor. We’d set up a schedule where we rotated between the two club-owned businesses, which worked out great. One day, I’d spend hours under the hood of the classic Jag, and the next, I’d get to watch Nova create amazing art using his customers’ skin as his canvas. I’d never thought about getting a tattoo before, but I was intrigued by the idea of sitting in Nova’s chair while he put his ink on me. But the place would have to be closed because there was a one-hundred-percent chance I’d end up naked and screaming his name by the time he was done...which was probably a big part of why I was tempted to get one. And maybe I was feeling a little needy because tomorrow was the first day we were going to spend apart since Nova had randomly decided he was okay with me being at the garage without him hovering over me.
Tracing my fingers over the black lines of the fierce eagle with its talons stretched out over his chest, I murmured, “Is there anything you’d want to tattoo onto me?”
He must not have thought I was being serious because his voice was filled with humor when he replied, “Yeah, my property patch right over your pussy.”
I poked my finger into his side before shifting position so I could meet his eyes. “I wasn’t joking around, Nova. I think maybe I want a tattoo.”
“When that maybe is a definitely, you can be damn sure I’ll jump at the chance to put my ink on you.” His hand drifted over my stomach. “But we’ll want to check to see if you’re pregnant first, so I’ll know if I need to be extra careful with you.”