Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
“Capone,” I rasped, raising my eyes to his.
He cupped my cheek, dried blood lingering under his fingernails. I covered his hand with mine, a tear running down my cheek. “He’s dead, baby girl. He’ll never touch you again.” Leaning down, he brushed his lips with mine, and another tear ran down my cheek. I circled his wrist with my fingers. “No one will ever get their hands on you again,” he swore.
“You awake?” Brewer rumbled into my hair, his deep, sleepy voice sending shivers down my spine. I blinked, slowly coming out of my head.
I nodded. “Yeah,” I mumbled. I rolled over to face him. “How long has Capone been gone?” The last thing I remembered was them sandwiching me between them before I promptly passed out.
Brewer stretched and groaned. “He headed out to do some weapons counts with Smokey and Rider.” Brewer pressed a kiss to my shoulder before releasing me and sliding out of bed. I huffed at the loss of his body heat. “Hawke wants to take you on a ride. You up for it?”
I groaned and rolled onto my back, squinting up at Brewer. He was damn good-looking with dark brown curls that flopped over onto his forehead and striking blue eyes. Not to mention all those muscles and those fucking tattoos. All of the men in this club looked damn good. Sometimes, I felt like they were all too good to be true.
A light knock sounded on the door before Hawke slipped through, grinning at me. “You look like you just woke up, doll.”
“I did,” I mumbled.
He set some of my clothes on the end of the bed before rounding it. Reaching down, he yanked the blankets back, a deep rumble sounding from his chest as he ran his eyes over my naked body. I shivered under his hungry gaze. “You look good enough to fucking eat.”
My cheeks flushed. Brewer chuckled. “Not sure she can handle more right now,” Brewer warned him.
Hawke rolled his eyes before grabbing me beneath my arms and hauling me out of bed. I whined, not ready to be up yet. Hawke lightly smacked my ass. “Get showered and get dressed. We’re going on a ride.” Then, he turned to Brewer and gripped the back of his neck, pulling Brewer’s lips to his. My sore pussy clenched at the sight of them together. “Hey, babe,” Hawke rumbled. Brewer relaxed into Hawke’s hold. I loved how Brewer so easily submitted to Hawke, even if Hawke was slimmer and just a tiny bit shorter than him. Hawke just had that way about him—an air of dominance no one could really ignore.
Unless that someone was Capone and Tank, who only submitted to each other.
“Doll, I feel you staring,” Hawke rumbled against Brewer’s lips. He finally turned his head, looking down at me. “Shower.”
I pouted, but he just grinned before backing Brewer up to the bed. I huffed and turned toward the bathroom. I heard Hawke huskily laughing behind me. “And don’t you dare touch yourself for that little bit of sass!” he called after me. “I’ll take care of you later.”
I hated him sometimes.
I was washing my hair when Brewer’s moans started. My legs trembled, my body aching for relief, even though Brewer had just fucked me a little stupid earlier in the day when Capone was fucking him. But God, hearing Brewer slowly fall apart was driving me crazy.
“Hawke… fuck, baby,” Brewer groaned. “God, just like that. Fuck, you suck my dick so good.”
I whimpered, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. Wanting to see them together, even if only for a split second, I quickly finished bathing and got out, wrapping a towel around me. I stepped out of the bathroom right as Brewer shoved Hawke’s throat all the way down on his thick shaft and came. I couldn’t keep back the moan that spilled from my lips even if I tried.
Hawke popped off of him after and licked his lips, grinning wickedly. “Always such a good boy for me, Brewer.” Hawke leaned over him and pressed his lips to Brewer’s, kissing him softly. “Get some more rest. I’ve got our girl.”
Hawke stood back up to his full height and turned to look at me, arching an eyebrow. “You going to get dressed, April?”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. He tsked and stepped toward me just close enough that he could reach out and snag the towel from around me. I shivered as he dropped it to the floor, my nipples pebbling. His gaze was intense as he raked his eyes over me.
“Goddamn, you look fucking sinful,” he rumbled. Then, he grabbed my black thong from the end of the bed and kneeled at my feet, holding it out. My cheeks colored as I gripped his leather-clad shoulders and stepped into them, allowing him to pull them up my legs. Hawke was a caretaker through and through, and one of the ways he liked taking care of any of us was by picking out our clothes and dressing us. Even Capone and Tank allowed it sometimes. But it was a rare occasion for them.