Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
I don’t know why it’s so important to me, but it is. I want him better. I don’t want him to feel like less than a man just because he’s injured. I mean, for goodness sakes, he’s a veteran, a rancher, a biker… he’s made of tough stuff.
After my shower, I lie down on the bed to read a little and before I know it, I’m being woken up by a warm body wrapped around me and a hard cock poking my hip.
Moaning, I circle in his arms and look at him. “I must have fallen asleep. Someone kept me up all night. How was your session?”
He brushes the hair off my cheek and tucks it behind my ear. “It was good. Fine. But I think I like you touching me better.”
I laugh and snuggle into his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “From now on, you sleep in my bed. I didn’t like finding you in here.”
We stare into each other’s eyes and I feel like he’s telling me something but I’m too afraid to ask what that is.
I simply nod my head and lay it down on his chest.
We spend the next few hours like this. Talking and laughing, thoughts of his injury far from thought. We’re almost like a normal couple. Almost.
6
Nova
Two Weeks Later
“What do you mean you want to go out tonight?” Rancher asks me.
I roll my eyes. Really? I think to myself. I’ve been here two weeks and we haven’t gone anywhere. I mean the man doesn’t even leave the house to go to the store; he has it delivered.
“We haven’t left the house in two weeks. I go back to work tomorrow and I want to blow off some steam,” I explain to him.
“Oh, honey, I got some steam you can blow off.” He pulls me to him and smacks his hand across my ass.
I pull away from him and move out of his reach. “Nuh-uh, no way, you are not getting out of this. You are taking me out tonight.”
His face is settled into a frown when he realizes that he’s not going to be able to get out of this one.
He snaps his fingers. “I got it. How about I invite the girls over? You’ve gotten close with Avery and Madison and I can hang with Sniper and Brick.”
“They are going to the clubhouse. There’s a party tonight and I want to go,” I tell him.
I watch his face and I can see the worry on it. He’s come so far these last two weeks. He still uses the crutches but he has been able to put some weight on his leg. In a few more weeks, I doubt you’ll even be able to tell he had an injury.
No, what I’m worried about is his frame of mind. He doesn’t hang out with his brothers, even though they’ve asked him to many times. He hasn’t been to the clubhouse in I don’t know how long. He did finally start working his ranch and doing the things he’s able to do. I’ve actually enjoyed working beside him, even though he gets upset with me when I try to pick up bales of hay or help him clean stalls.
“Fine. I was hoping we would be able to hang out tonight, but if you don’t want to go, Smoky said he would come get me.”
I turn around to walk off but he drops his crutches and then grabs me around the waist. “Fuck that, woman. You’re not going anywhere with Smoky and you sure as hell are not getting on the back of anyone else’s bike.”
I back my ass into his stiff cock and turn my upper body to look at him. Smiling, I ask him, “Okay, so you’ll take me?”
He runs his hand up and down my back.
I’m wearing a short skirt, cowboy boots and a black blouse. I nixed the underwear, because well, he’s ruined so many of them that I was waiting until we were about to leave before I put them on. No joke, the man has torn almost every pair.
“Fine, but you stay with me,” he tells me gruffly.
I crease my forehead. “What else would I do?”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I hate to think of all those swinging dicks looking at you. I don’t want to fight one of my brothers my first night back at the clubhouse.”
I rub my ass against his front, and he reaches down under my skirt. When he touches bare skin I jerk at the electric charge his hand sends through me. “No underwear? You’re not going to the club without any underwear on.”
I roll my eyes. “I know that, but I am also down to one pair because someone keeps ripping mine. I’ll put some on before we go.”
His fingers explore my mound and stroke through my slit. He lifts my skirt up over my ass and caresses each cheek. He pushes me toward the edge of the couch to bend over, but I stop him.