Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
My fingers tightened, and while I was pretty sure I left bruises on her delicate skin, I couldn’t loosen my grip. “Are you on birth control, baby?” I ground out through gritted teeth. I needed the answer, but holding back was taking monumental effort.
“What?” She was still in the throes of her orgasm, so I asked again, a little firmer this time.
“Birth…um…no.” Her answer pushed away some of the fog, and she stared at me with wide eyes.
“Good,” I grunted.
I held her still as I impaled her three more times, then planted myself as deep as possible and bellowed as my climax hit me like a fucking freight train. Hot jets of semen spurted from my shaft, coating her unprotected womb and setting off another climax in Layla.
She didn’t bring up the subject again that night, and I fucked her bare twice more before the morning, so I figured the orgasms had distracted her. We’d talk about it eventually, but hopefully, when she already had my baby in her sexy belly.
9
LAYLA
I’d never been one to sleep late—which was a good thing, considering how early school started—but the sun already shone through the slits in the blinds when my eyes blinked open. Between the long ride to Roman’s place and everything we’d done in this bed last night, I was more than ready to drift back off to sleep. But the buzzing sound that had woken me happened again, and Roman unwrapped himself from me to twist toward the table on his side of the bed.
“What?” he grunted.
I turned over, cuddling into his pillow while I blinked up at him sleepily. Roman didn’t look happy about whatever the person on the other end of the call said. Then he bit out, “I’ll be there, but give me a little bit. Layla’s with me.”
His casual use of my name blew my mind. Especially since his caller must’ve recognized it since he ended the call right after that without them asking who I was.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, setting his phone on the bedside table before rolling toward me and snaking his arm underneath my back. “Are you good with grabbing breakfast at the clubhouse? The prez wants me to come in to talk to him about something important.”
I was curious about his club, but also a little nervous about going there since I had no idea what to expect. Plus, there was another issue. “I don’t have any extra clothes with me, remember?”
“You’ll be sexy as hell wearing your jeans with one of my shirts.” He traced the underside of my breast, and my nipple puckered. “Even more so when we come back and you’re just in my shirt, hiked up so it isn’t covering these perfect tits of yours while I fuck you.”
His dirty talk got to me just as much as it had last night, making my inner walls clench. The sexy picture he painted with his words also had me quickly agreeing. “Pick one out for me.”
“Sure thing, gorgeous.” He captured my mouth in a deep kiss that had me melting into the mattress in a puddle of need before he pulled away to climb out of bed.
I was still blinking away the sensual fog when he returned, fully dressed and holding a chambray-blue button-down shirt. Holding it out, he asked, “Will this work?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“The last thing I want to do on our first morning together is rush you outta bed, but we need to get going.” Bending low, he brushed his lips against mine. “But I promise to make it up to you later.”
“Wow,” I breathed as I watched him walk out of the bedroom. Shaking my head, I climbed off the mattress and searched for my panties, bra, jeans, and socks. Then I padded into his bathroom to get cleaned up before tugging on my clothes.
His shirt was too big for me, but that wasn’t a surprise, considering our size differences. But I thought it wasn't too bad when I left the bottom two buttons undone and tied the ends together.
Judging by the heated look in Roman’s eyes when I walked into the living room, I looked better than I realized.
“Whatever Mac needs better be important.” He wrapped his long fingers around my wrist and tugged me against his chest. “You have no idea how hard it is not to carry you back into my bedroom right now.”
Tilting my head back to smile up at him, I murmured, “Luckily, I don’t have anywhere to be anytime soon, so we can do that when you finish your meeting.”
“Damn straight.”
He led me down the stairs and helped me onto his motorcycle. After we put on our helmets, I wrapped my arms around his body, pressing my chest against his back. Being so close to him with his bike vibrating between my legs left me incredibly turned on when we drove through the gates of his MC’s compound. The guy at the gate looked surprised to see me behind Roman, confirming what he’d said about me being the first woman he’d put there.