Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“It was pretty fucking hard, actually.”
She laughs and flicks her tongue over the still-leaking slit of my cock.
“That was fun.”
Fun? If sucking my cock was fun for her, she just might be the woman for me. “Fun?”
She nods. “And hot. Really fucking hot,” she assures me and slides one hand between her thighs. “And wet.”
My jaw clenches with desire that she’s turned on from getting me off. “Fuck,” I sigh and shake my head.
Gia boldly takes my hand and slides my fingers between her thighs. “No bullshit.” Her head falls back in pleasure as she uses my fingers to pleasure herself.
The phone rings on the nightstand, and we both groan. “Stay on the bed,” I tell her and grab the phone. “Yeah?”
“It’s Coop.”
My shoulders sink because there’s only one reason he’s calling at six in the evening. Club emergency. “What’s up?”
“Church at nine. Don’t be late.”
“I’m never late,” I tell him easily.
Coop laughs. “Yeah, but it’s been a hot minute since you’ve had a woman to occupy your free time.”
“Shut up, Coop.”
The sound of his laughter echoes from wherever he is, and I smile.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m shutting up for now. See you at Church. Nine,” he reminds me again and ends the call.
I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. Impromptu Church only happens when shit goes down. Something must have happened after I left the clubhouse, which makes me wonder if I should have left at all. Ace wants me to look after Gia, and that’s no hardship, but I feel like I’m missing out on what’s happening with my brothers and the MC.
“Is everything all right?” Gia’s voice is soft and sweet, with a hint of worry. Of course, it is when, very likely, she’s got the Iron Kings after her. After the shit with my guys earlier, she’s probably as worried as I am.
I turn with the intention of offering up a reassuring smile, but the reassurance dies on my lips at the sight of her sprawled across the bed, butt naked with a satisfied smile curving the corners of her lips. “Yeah, just a meeting tonight at the Club.”
She sits up, and my eyes focus in on the sway of her tits. “Is everything all right? Did something happen? Are they all totally pissed off because they think I brought trouble to your door?”
Her rapid-fire questions tell me exactly how worried she is, and that crinkle of worry between her brows gives away everything she’s feeling.
“Well?”
I drop down on the bed and lie down on my side. so we’re facing each other. “I don’t know if everything is all right, and I won’t know until later, but if something significant happened, they’d let me know.”
Her eyes bore into mine for a long, tense moment, and I wonder if she’s deciding to trust me or figuring out the best way to betray me.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
She nods. “You’ll either tell me what I need to know, or you won’t. I’m focusing on being more proactive in my life. At least I will when I’m done here.” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows. “Now about those magic fingers.” Gia lets one leg fall open, so I can see her swollen clit, pink and glistening between plump, freshly shaved pussy lips.
“These magic fingers?” I wiggle my fingers with one hand and slide the other up her thigh slowly until she’s trembling.
I give her two more orgasms before she taps out with a wide, happy smile.
“My god, man, you should totally fucking patent or copyright those fingers. Something!”
She lets out a loud, breathless laugh and rolls over onto her back. “Not bad for a Preacher, though, I’m guessing there’s some weird shit going on with you being an unmarried man of the cloth having sex out of wedlock.”
I let out a loud laugh that echoes around the bedroom. “I’m not an actual Preacher, Gia. It’s a nickname.”
She sits up. “A nickname? You’re not a preacher?” Gia lets out another laugh that shakes her tits beautifully and my mouth waters. “Holy shit, man, you are blowing my mind.”
I laugh. “Yes, I’m not a preacher. It’s a nickname given to me because I was a Religious Affairs Specialist in the Army.”
She blinks slowly and lowers herself onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, so she can give me her full attention. “That’s a real thing?”
“It is.”
She laughs. “Sounds like bullshit. Tell me about it.”
I mirror her moves so less than a foot separates us and arch a brow at her. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything. What did you do as a Religious Affairs Specialist? How did you get that job?”
It all started when my brother died. I turned to drinking to numb the pain, but it only made things worse. One day, I went to church and finally found what was missing in my life. God gave me a new purpose. I'm grateful for His grace and mercy every day.