Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Poor Jimmy, he really is a nice guy being thrown into the viper’s nest. Ammo’s just a bully and it is making him nervous.
“Oh, she did?” Ammo looks at him as he grins and takes my hand. I’m so shocked all I can do is cling to his. “Thanks, brother, but I do need to take Ms. Falcon home.” And there goes my heart, and stomach, God, I can barely get a deep breath in.
What the ever-loving fuck, Courtney? Walking with him like an idiot toward the elevator, trying not to faint as his warm hand squeezes mine.
“Can you slow down, please?” Because he’s like six three and I’m not. I’m also in heeled boots, so he’s basically dragging me.
“Ammo, stop. You don’t need to take—” I pull back because we’re now in the dark parking lot. This is ridiculous, does no one say no to this man?
“Put this on.” He shoves a black helmet at me as I look around him and see the large, gold Harley Davidson.
“Wait, you’re kidding? This is how you thought you’d take me home?” I almost start laughing, it’s either that or burst into tears, because I’ve never felt so out of control in my entire life.
“Yep,” he states, and I stare in disbelief at him. I’ve only been on a motorcycle once, and I hated it. My hair got all messed up, and Johnny either didn’t know how to ride, or the bike was having issues. All I know is I swore I’d never get on another.
“I can’t,” I state, backing up. “Yeah, I…don’t like motorcycles.” I point at it with the helmet.
“Relax.” He cocks his head and takes a step forward.
“Court.” His voice is demanding as my eyes dart to his, rather than at his death machine.
“What?” I snap.
“You ever been on a bike?”
“Yes.” I nod my head, and swallow since my mouth is all of a sudden dry, and here we go, anxiety is hijacking my body. “Yeah, I can’t.” Shaking the helmet at him to take, which thankfully he does, then grabs my wrist and pulls me into his warm arms, and for a second, I cling to him. Letting his fresh clean scent, mixed with the faint smell of leather, soothe me.
“Breathe, baby.” His hold on me tightens, and all I want is to stay like this and let him make everything and everybody go still. But that can’t happen, and let’s be honest, he’s the main reason I’m ready to lose my shit.
“Let go of me.” I sniff, trying to pull back.
“I said breathe,” he commands as I listen and inhale oxygen.
“Good Girl.” He praises me, kissing my forehead. “Let’s see if I can’t help. You seem a little needy.” Setting the helmet on the bike, I have no idea what he has planned to help me.
“I’m not needy. I just am not going to get on that motorcycle…” I whimper out as his two fingers start to rub my swollen clit. And if I live to be a hundred, I’ll always wonder what kind of power this man has over me because I couldn’t stop him right now if my life depended on it.
“You did good today.” Ammo grins as he starts to circle my clit, and I moan.
“Just make me come,” Leaning my forehead on his lips, he inserts two fingers deep inside me and it feels so amazing. His fingers pump in and out of my pussy, stretching me, rubbing…Jesus, I’m gonna come.
I’ve literally been in achy need all day, but I obeyed his words and poured it all into my music, and now…I just want to come.
“Look at me.” His voice is coaxing, almost a whisper as my eyes pop open and watch his handsome face. My nails dig into his chest knowing I’m going to hate myself later for being this desperate, but whatever, I am. I try and stay focused on his eyes, but he’s hitting that spot.
“Yes...” My eyes flutter as I feel myself climbing, the whole world could implode, but it wouldn’t matter because Ammo’s fingers are fucking me.
“You hear that? That’s how much of a good girl you are, getting my fingers this slick and wet.” His piercing blue gaze holds me hostage, and I can’t stop, don’t want to.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out as my body jerks and pussy spasms over and over, as I soar. Jesus Christ, it’s so good with him, he’s ruined me.
Ruined.
I’ll never want anyone other than him.
“That’s it, baby, now come again.” His voice strong and sure, as my body responds to his relentless fingers. I’m so sensitive I dig my nails into his shirt as he roughly rubs my swollen clit back and forth.
“Ammo,” I chant. To be honest, I could be speaking gibberish and wouldn’t care. The world goes black, with tiny white dots, as I come again.