Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
But thankfully, it helped distract me from all the foul things Keshawn had said about Londyn—at least, for a brief moment. Concerned, Torch stepped over to me and said, “You best get some ice on that.”
“I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself, but in a couple of hours, that’s gonna hurt like a bitch.”
“I’m good.”
I was doing my best to shake it off when Maverick stepped over to me. I could tell by his expression that he wasn’t pleased with me, and I couldn’t blame him. I’d lost my cool, and it could cost the club. “I’m sorry, Prez. I shouldn’t have gone in there.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.”
“I know, and that shit’s on me. But fuck. Him saying all that shit got under my skin.”
“Which was exactly what he was trying to do. You let him win today. Don’t let that shit happen again.”
“I won’t.”
“This isn’t all on him, Prez,” Rooster interrupted. “We shouldn’t even be dealing with this asshole! He’s here because of fucking Bruton. He’s the one who should be dealing with this bullshit. Not us!”
“You’ve got a point there.” Maverick took out his phone and started dialing. Seconds later, he said, “We need you at the clubhouse.”
There was a brief pause, then Maverick snapped, “You’ve got an hour. Not a minute more.”
He hung up the phone then turned his attention to me. “He’s coming. Go take a few minutes to cool off and get some ice on that hand.”
Maverick wasn’t asking. He was telling, so I nodded and started down the hall. I tried not to think of Keshawn and all the shit he’d said about Londyn, but with each step, I found myself getting more and more riled. I couldn’t help myself. I loved Londyn. I loved her more than I ever thought possible, and the mere thought of something happening to her had me tangled up in knots.
It was the knot in my stomach that had me charging down to the family room to find her. I needed to hold her, to touch her, and see for myself that she was really okay. When I walked in, she was sitting in one of the recliners, talking to my mother. She looked happy, which made that knot wrench even tighter. I took a step inside, then asked, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just need a minute.”
When she got up and started towards me, I turned to Mom and said, “We won’t be long.”
“It’s fine. Take your time, but when you get back, I want a word with you.”
“I figured you would.”
When Londyn made it over to me, I reached out and took her hand. I led her down the hall to the bar, and as I’d hoped, the place was empty. I could’ve taken her to my room, but it was getting late, and it wouldn’t be long before Dalton would need to get to bed. Besides, most of the guys were either out in the shop with Maverick, keeping an eye on things with Wrath and our guest, or were waiting on standby at home or in their rooms.
At that moment, I didn’t care where they were as long as they were out of sight. I walked over and locked the back door, then made my way back over to her. I took her hand again and led her over to a dark corner. Confusion marked her face as she asked, “Is everything okay?”
“No, but it will be soon enough.”
“What’s going on? Why are you being like this?”
“I need something from you.”
“Alright, I’ll bite.” Her eyes locked on mine as she asked, “What do you need from me?”
I lowered my mouth to her ear and whispered, “I need to fuck you, Londyn. I need to fuck you right here and right now.” A spark of desire flashed through her eyes as I whispered, “Tell me you need it, too.”
“Yes, Malcomb.”
“Yes, what?”
“I need it, too.”
“That’s my girl.”
Before giving her a chance to reply, I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Her lips parted in surprise as I backed her up against the counter. My tongue swept across her open lips before delving deeper into her mouth.
The kiss was urgent, and I was consumed with need. She gasped into my mouth when my hands grabbed her ass, pulling her hips closer to mine. There was no doubt that she could feel my throbbing erection through my jeans. My mouth trailed down the curve of her neck while my hands roamed urgently over her body.
“Every inch of you is mine. Your mouth. Your breasts. Your ass.” I let my free hand drift down her abdomen and between her legs. I raked the tips of my fingers along her clit as I repeated, “Every fucking inch, and I take care of what’s mine.”
“Malcomb,” she breathed as she turned and glanced over at the door.