Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“Some of these aren’t out for years still,” Rook said.
“I like to plan ahead,” Slash said, shrugging. “We’re still a really small club. I want to know I have options coming down the pike. Even if I do want to diversify and find other members who aren’t potentially dealing with pain-in-the-ass P.O.s like Nancy Bird.”
I grabbed two cups of coffee, bringing them upstairs with me. As interested as I was in club politics, especially if I was going to be spending a lot more time at the clubhouse in the future, I was a fuckuva lot more interested in the naked woman in my bed right now.
I pushed open the door, letting Vernon out to go hang out with Cat. The two weren’t exactly best friends, but they seemed to like being in each other’s vicinity for a little chunk of the day. Plus, Vernon had learned that if he was in the common area, he got a hell of a lot more treats than he did when he was locked up with us all day long.
“Traitor!” Vienna called as the cat rushed out, making my lips curl up as she moved to sit up in the bed, her pile of covers pooling at her waist, leaving her bare to me from the waist up.
And, fuck, what a view.
Better yet was her complete and utter comfort at being exposed with me.
It hadn’t been long since the bath event. Just about a week, in fact. But she’d developed a level of comfort with me that I couldn’t have known to hope for. No insecurity or embarrassment. She was too happy to let me explore every inch of her. Lights off, lights on. Writhing under my touch, catching fire with my kiss.
I’d been worried that after we’d had sex, there might be a period of regression, where she was anxious or fearful again. But she’d been to her therapist twice since then, and each time, I swore she came out even more confident and secure than when she’d gone in.
“Is that coffee?” she asked, doing gimmie hands as I kicked the door closed behind me and made my way toward the bed.
She took it from me, taking a long sniff, then sip, letting out a moan that went right to my dick.
Turning back to me, her gaze slid down from my face, my shirt, and pants, then back up.
“You’re entirely too dressed for this early in the morning,” she declared, making my lips curl into a smile.
I took a big sip of my coffee, set it down on the nightstand, then reached up to remove my shirt.
I waited until her gaze slid down my chest and stomach before I grabbed my waistband, then pushed my pants down my legs.
My cock, already getting stiff from that little moan she’d let out, grew as she watched, her lips parting, her eyes going hooded.
Her gaze cut to mine as she reached out to set her mug next to mine, and I watched as she slid out from the rest of the covers to sit off the side of the bed.
Her arms went out, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer.
She liked taking control. For reasons any idiot could understand. And, fuck, I enjoyed the hell out of her doing it.
So I walked forward toward her, then watched as her head ducked. A second later, I felt her tongue tracing over the head of my cock, dragging a groan out of me as my hands went out, gathering her hair and moving it out of the way, so I could watch.
I swear my legs felt weak as she sucked me into her mouth, taking me down to the base with the first stroke, then slowly moving back up in a twisting motion that was shredding anything close to self-control inside of me.
But I let her continue the torment until I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.
“Darlin’,” I called, watching as her eyes opened and looked up at me, her mouth still full of my cock. I swear I damn near came right then and there. “If you want me inside of you, you’re going to need to stop that,” I said, and I swear I could feel her lips try to smile, even if her mouth was too full for the action.
Then, still watching me, she slowly slid back up my length until my cock popped out from between her lips.
Gaze on my face, she scooted back on the bed, moving flat, then spreading her legs.
I fucking buried myself there, licking up her sweet pussy, and working her clit with my tongue until she was moaning and writhing, until her fingers were crushing into my skull and her thighs were trying to crack my head.
“Reid, please,” she called out, that desperate cry the same one she always made when she wanted me inside of her.