Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Later, I was due to meet Cassidy and the other bridesmaids there. We were having a girls’ night on the farm before the wedding the following day. At Bull’s command, Chance had organized security to pick us up and take us to the venue. Apparently, he had put a lot of security in place for the event.
“Don’t mull over it tonight when I’m gone,” I said as we sat on the couch.
“I didn’t plan to.”
“Yes, you did.”
“And how do you figure that?”
I pushed my fingers into his hair and kissed him. “Because I know you.”
Heat filled his eyes. “Oh, you do, do you? Exactly what is it that you know about me?”
Kneeling before him, I pushed up his t-shirt. I loved the feeling of his warm skin beneath my palms as I brushed them across his thick abdominal muscles and upward to his broad chest.
The look he gave me made me wet. It was raw. Uncontrolled. Pure.
It was also a challenge.
“I know that about now you’re hoping I’m going to undo your belt buckle and fuck you with my mouth.”
His breath caught between his lips.
“I know that by now your cock is hard and ready for me to suck it.”
I leaned in and slid my tongue over a nipple, and as I kissed his warm skin, his pulse throbbed against my lips. Slowly and teasingly, I undid his belt buckle and slacks.
“I know I can make you come just by using my tongue.”
I worked my way down his smooth chest to the hard muscles of his stomach, dragging my tongue over the dips and grooves of his six-pack and enjoying the way they trembled beneath my lips. His belly was warm, his skin radiating heat as I moved lower, the tip of my nose brushing through the soft trail of hair leading down to his cock. His arousal jutted upwards between us, the broad head gleaming with slickness, the thick column hard and veined.
I flicked out my tongue and licked the shiny crown, and he expelled a hiss of breath. But when I slid my mouth over the entire head and teased the rim with my wet tongue, a loud, tortured moan ripped out of him.
“Where’d you learn to do that, girl?”
“You,” I managed to reply with my mouth full of him. I closed my lips over him again and sucked, and he almost lost it. He grabbed a fistful of the couch beneath him and groaned.
“Fuck!” he rasped.
Pulling my mouth free, I looked up at him and wrapped my fingers around the slick shaft. “I know what you like because you tell me with your moans …” Flattening my tongue against the crest of his cock, I dragged it slowly across the sensitive flesh, and Ruger responded with a desperate moan. “By the way you tremble beneath my touch…”
My wet lips closed over the head and gently suckled, and he flinched and shivered.
“By the way your voice gets smoky and coarse when I use my tongue…”
Slurping him into my mouth, I sucked him tighter and teased the rim with my tongue until he groaned out my name.
“You’re going to make me come, baby… ”
I didn’t want him to come yet. Not until I got my fill of him.
Pulling back, I rose to my feet and pushed him backwards on the couch, then climbed over him to slide my thighs on either side of his hips.
A tremor rolled through him as he moaned. “What are you doing to me, baby?”
I looked him in the eyes as I fixed him to me and very slowly sank down on his cock. He breathed out a groan as I began to ride him, long and slow, my pussy hungrily sliding up and down his hard shaft.
“This,” I said. “This is what I’m doing to you. And I don’t plan on ever stopping.”
RUGER
I arrived at Lannister Farm just after two-thirty and found the apple farm crawling with hired security. Bull had ensured that there was ample protection to keep out any threat from Martel or anyone else.
If this was New Orleans, our president would have locked down the club and enforced a ban on events until the threat had passed. But not Bull. He would not retreat in fear. He was notorious for insisting life went on as usual, even when tensions between the Kings of Mayhem and other parties were in the red zone.
The ceremony was set to take place in a garden full of flowers and surrounded by a lush green hedge. When I walked in, Chance was standing beneath an archway of blossoms and lattice work, looking relaxed and happy in a black suit and a rich blue tie. Cade and Caleb stood beside him, each dressed in the same suit but with black ties.
I sat in a row with Maverick and his girlfriend Autumn, and a dateless Joker.