Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I, on the other hand, had thought that was ridiculous and had loaded the bags in the truck, much like I’d just done, and ordered her into the truck.
She didn’t speak to me for a week for that one.
It’d only gotten worse over the three years we’d been married, and I’d learned to leave it fucking be.
In a last-ditch effort to save our marriage, I, being the dumbass that I was, got her pregnant.
That had not gone over well.
She’d been pissed about that as well, and although she carried the baby we made—one of the rare occasions that she actually gave me her pussy—she hated me. She wanted a divorce, and by the time I realized I wanted it to, we’d found out that we couldn’t divorce.
Not until Abby was no longer pregnant. Apparently, in the great state of Texas, if a woman is pregnant, she and her husband cannot divorce until after the child is born.
“What are you doing out there, catching flies?” Raven yelled from the cab.
I snapped my mouth shut and loaded the last bag into the back before I returned the cart to the buggy return.
My eyes caught on some movement at the back of the lot, and I nodded my head at the shadow.
The ‘shadow’ in question was Mig, a man who was a member of the Uncertain Saints with me.
He was doing some investigating tonight, hoping to catch the person who tried to shoot a few holes in us earlier. It was, of course, a long shot, but we were willing to try anything at this point.
Mig was one of the Saints members who was also a victim of the same identity theft attack that I was and he wasn’t very happy about it.
Mig was a wealthy man and owned quite a bit of stock in Konn Vodka, his father’s company. Although he had safeguards in place, he wasn’t exactly thrilled that he’d had to hire extra people to cover him in case anything got past his safeguards.
Mig was more of a proactive member of the Uncertain Saints rather than a sit back and wait kind of guy.
“Heeellllooooooo,” Raven sang from the front seat. “I kinda have to pee, and you’re taking forever.”
Giving a final nod to Mig, I walked to the driver’s side of the truck and dropped inside.
The moment my ass hit the seat, the smell of Raven filled my lungs.
I started to breathe in deeply, and she started to laugh.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I muttered. “Buckle up.”
She rolled her eyes but did it without question, placing her legs together this time forcing me to sit extra close to her.
However, before we’d even left the parking lot, I realized it wasn’t going to work.
“I need to get it into fourth, and it’s not going to happen with your legs right there. You’re gonna have to spread ‘em,” I informed her, patting her leg for emphasis.
She growled low in her throat, and I had to hide my smile to keep her from taking my head off.
“Fine,” she said, spreading her legs, her left leg pressed against mine on one side of the shifter, and her right leg on the other side of the shifter with her foot sharing the floorboard of the passenger side with Marky Mark. “Should’ve taken my car.”
“Your car is too small for my big ass,” I told her. “I’d be hitting my head on the roof of the car.”
“Travis has no problem getting in,” she offered.
I shrugged. “Travis is also about seven inches shorter than my six foot three,” I pointed out.
She stuck her tongue out at me.
The move, so innocent, set my blood on fire.
I gritted my teeth and faced forward, my eyes working ahead of me and behind me, but making a point of it to not to look at her again all the way back to her place.
She, of course, had no fucking clue what she was doing to me.
I nearly moaned when I shifted down into third.
Although, the first time I actually brushed against her when I’d shifted into third on our ride there, she’d jumped like a scalded cat.
This time, though, I got nothing more than a shiver.
A delicious, full-body shiver that had my eyes drawing to her perky breasts encased in that tight t-shirt that stretched like a second skin across her chest.
She chattered along about this and that trying to hide her nervousness until we arrived in her parking lot and, even then, she continued.
I shifted up into fourth and I felt her breath leave her chest in a rush.
I smiled when I saw the red light ahead, shifting down into third when I wouldn’t usually downshift.
Her pussy was so hot that I felt the heat radiating off her through her jeans onto my hand.
By the time we arrived at the parking lot, I’d not even heard the last five minutes of conversation.