Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“So, you were going to sacrifice yourself to keep your daughter safe.” Did he sound disapproving? “Why not go to the police?”
“Rage… I-I got the feeling the police couldn’t help me. That man Dustin’s trying to pay back… I don’t think he’s someone even the law messes with.”
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Rage
What the fuck was my brother into? The simple fact he’d threatened Pepper and Cassie meant his life was forfeit as far as I was concerned, but I needed to find out exactly what was going on before I made any recommendations to Sting. For now, though, it was time to show Pepper exactly what I had in mind for her.
I looked down at her for a long moment. She met my gaze hesitantly, but there was so much longing in her eyes it broke my heart even as it hardened my resolve to make her mine so I had the right to keep her and her daughter safe.
“Wylde is looking into Dustin as we speak. We won’t have long before Sting calls us down to Church, and we have things to get settled between us so we’re both on the same page.”
She swallowed visibly. “What kind of things?”
“The kind where you realize and accept that you’re mine. You’re in my care and so is your daughter. I know I got a temper and ain’t the most soothin’ of people to be around, but you and Cassie above anyone else are completely safe with me. I will stand between you and everything that even smells of a threat.”
“Rage --”
“It’s not up for discussion, baby. Only thing we gotta do is consummate this thing.” I grinned at her. “You wanna do that?”
“Consummate…” She looked adorably confused, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing. Not because I thought she was too innocent. Because I could see her mind trying to grasp my meaning and not believing I meant what I’d said. “You mean…”
“I mean, you’re wearing too Goddamned many clothes. And so am I.” Her upper lip and brow erupted in a fine glaze of sweat. Her body trembled in my arms, and her lips parted on a gasp.
I took the opening she provided and lowered my head to hers. Just like before, when her lips met mine, I was lost in her. She was so sweet and responsive. I could tell she was testing the waters with me, but I could also tell she was enjoying the experience.
Giving her a few minutes to get used to my touch, I continued to kiss her. Though I wanted to touch her, to find all her secret places and learn what drove her higher and higher, she needed to set the pace. There wasn’t a whole lot of time right now to explore. Later I’d take my time and drive her fucking crazy. She’d still go to this meeting completely satisfied and secure in the fact that I was claiming her and little Cassie. She would be my woman. Cassandra would be my daughter. End of story.
When she moaned and relaxed in my arms, I grunted, sliding my fingers through her hair to hold her head still and take a more aggressive approach. I deepened the kiss, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth. Pepper accepted me sweetly, moaning again as I pulled her tighter against my chest. She fisted her hands in my shirt, and I knew she was ready for me.
I stood with her in my arms so I could place her exactly where I wanted her. She gasped, but I thrust my tongue deep again. She quickly settled back into our erotic exchange. I knew I was right when I pulled back to whip off my shirt and tug hers up as well. Her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her lips. After a couple of seconds her lids fluttered open and she gasped.
“Why’d you stop… Oh…” Her eyes widened, and she took in my naked torso. As if she were in a dream, she reached out with her hands to touch my chest. I couldn’t help my grin. I knew I looked good. I was a Marine. Maybe not active duty, but I kept myself in shape mentally and physically to do the title proud. Tattoos from both my service and my club decorated my chest and arms. I had one of intricate Celtic knots that snaked across my hip and disappeared into my jeans. She already seemed fascinated by my muscles and tattoos, her fingers dancing lightly over my skin.
“That’s right. Now. You need to take off your shirt. I want to feel those luscious tits mashed against my chest.”
She nodded eagerly, her eyes wide and almost stunned while she shimmied out of her shirt. Without asking, she shoved her shorts down her hips. She didn’t make a move to undo her bra or rid herself of her panties, so I did it myself.