Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Wetness leaks onto my fingers, his whole length slick as my hand spreads it out. He moans, a heavy grinding noise deep in his chest. His hips move, pumping into my hand, small, insistent thrusts.
His fingers dig into my thigh, so hard it almost hurts. "Jesus, I'm close."
"Show me," I whisper. This is all new. So exciting. I need to see.
"Fuck," he hisses and then he swells against my palm as he thrusts one last time.
His cum burns hot stripes on my skin, some of it going so far that it hits my breasts, then my belly and my thighs. I never imagined how much there would be or how far it would spurt. By the time the last of it slides down the side of his dick, coating my fingers in slick fluid, I feel like I'm covered in it. "Holy crap. I might need another shower."
"Sure. In a minute," he whispers, sounding pleased and lazy. He smiles. "Fuck, you look sexy."
"I'm a mess."
"A sexy mess." His smile widens, intimate and teasing.
“You’re sure this won’t be a problem with the others?” I kinda want to do it again, and I’m curious to know if it’s the same with every man, or if things would be different with Ghost.
Or even Tex. So far we’ve only had the one kiss at the bar, but what a kiss. I feel connected to him, just like I do Ghost and Riot. Hopefully that isn’t one sided.
He shakes his head. "Nah, but I'll have a talk with them. No one owns you. Hell, we'd take real good care of you together. Promise."
Together? Bonnie’s teasing about a four-some comes back to me. It seemed impossible at the time, but maybe… no. No. That would be too greedy, wouldn’t it?
On the other hand… I dip my fingers in the sticky liquid spattered over my chest, trying to imagine how that would work. Life keeps showing me that nobody knows how much time they have. It would be a shame to waste it.
21
GHOST
Hellfire's phone rings only minutes after our boys confirm that they delivered our present. We were even generous and gave the knife back. Still stuck in his throat.
There's no fucking way we're letting a scumbag like Kane think he can dictate the negotiations, and then fuck around inside our own damn property. If that's what he thinks, then he needs a lesson in how this fucking works. Knowing what he did to Jessica, I’d be happy to teach him.
“Stop growling. He’ll think I have a fucking dog in here,” Hellfire snaps. Holding the phone up, he taps the answer button and puts it down on the table between him, me and Savage.
Jessica and Anne are also here, with Tex and Riot keeping an eye on them. We need proof Cooper is still alive, because there's no trusting that fucker, and we assume he's gonna ask for the same.
“North Pole, Santa speaking,” Hellfire says with a nasty grin. “Sorry we missed Christmas, there was a little confusion. Someone put you on the naughty list.”
"What did you barbaric fuckers do to my man?" snarls Kane so loud the phone speaker crackles.
I glance at the girls. Maybe we shoulda had them wait outside the office, but they are as much a part of this as we are. Keeping them in the dark won’t do them any favors in the long run.
"The real question is what the fuck was your man doing inside our walls, Kane? We had a deal and you went and fucked it up." Hellfire doesn't give a fuck about there being ladies or minors present. He shifts in his chair and leans back. "I'd like to know exactly what you were thinking when you decided to pull this shit."
Kane snorts. "As if I’d trust you with Jessica and my daughter’s safety. Anyone with a brain between their ears would want their own reassurance. You'd do the same."
"Maybe we have. Are you sure you can trust all your men?" I cut in.
I want him running scared. Anything we can do to make this fucker uncomfortable.
"Stop fucking around." There's a hint of a stress in Kane's voice, and I fucking love that we're getting to him.
"Seems to me," Hellfire says casually, "that the one fucking around is you. We've stuck to the deal, kept your girls safe. In fact, the biggest threat to them so far has been your man putting his knife to your nanny's throat."
Kane snarls. “So you say.”
“Yeah, so I fucking say,” Hellfire says with the kind of ice that means some fucker’s gonna get murdered if he doesn’t watch his step. I know it well. Often I’m the one doing the honors. “Look, we went into this in good faith. We’ve kept both your girls safe, and you repaid that by double crossing us. That has to have a price, Kane. You’ve fucked up once, which means one of the hostages is off the table. Fuck up again and all bets are off. Is that clear?”