Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
She lets me in.
Shelby shifts, wiggling her hips against my lap and I groan.
But then she pulls back. “You can’t just kiss me back into your trust.”
“I know. Not all of it. Not yet, but maybe for now you can just trust this,” I whisper against her lips. “It's a damn good start. And then we can go from there.”
Her breath catches as she looks up at me, her eyes wide and dark with desire. As much as we’ve fucked up, that hasn’t faded. After a moment’s thought, she nods. “I think I can do that. For now.”
I kiss her again, harder this time, putting all the things I want to do to her behind it. She presses closer, but it's still not enough. I can feel her heat, but I want to be inside it. I want her naked and gasping for me.
I want to drive her wild.
I slide my hands under her ass and flip her around so she’s straddling me chest to chest. She yelps a little, and then giggles. The sound does crazy things to my insides. It's not just that she's laughing, it's that for right now, she's relaxed and happy and right here in my arms.
I don't ever want to let her go.
Her smile fades into a soft gasp when she feels my cock thickening between us. I grind up into her as I claim her mouth again. She tastes so fucking good. Her lips are sweet and soft, but I still want more. I break our kiss, moving to suck on her neck, to nibble my way down to her collarbone. “God, baby, you smell so good.”
Shelby laughs again, a little breathy this time, and her fingers dig into my hair as she pulls me closer to her. I slide a hand up the front of her shirt, cupping her breast. She gasps, arching into me. Her nipple is hard and I roll it between my finger and thumb. She moans softly, and it's the sexiest fucking sound I've ever heard.
“Oh, Sledge… I don’t want to be mad at you guys,” she murmurs, her hips rolling against me.
“Then let us try to make it up to you.” I want to rip her clothes off and drive into her until she's screaming my name. I want her fucking addicted to us so she can never leave. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but right now? I need her so fucking bad.
“I want you, Shel.” I groan, pulling her hips tighter against me to show her exactly what I mean
She whimpers, and when I look up at her face, her eyes are closed and she's biting her lip. She looks so fucking good. I slide a hand under her hair and tilt her neck to give me better access, but when I lean in to nibble my way down her neck, a flash in the distance catches my eye. Then another. An alarm starts inside.
“Fuck!”
Shelby's eyes fly open. “What's wrong?”
I point towards the city. “Something's coming. Fast.”
31
SLEDGE
By the time we’re out of the clubhouse, the attack is on. The first explosion is so fucking close it feels like it's inside the compound. The ground shakes, a couple of bikes fall over, Shel screams, and the loudness of it has my ears fucking ringing. Black clouds billow past the gate and several armored vehicles charge straight in.
Shit has hit the fucking fan.
The courtyard is full of people. “Quick!” Havoc yells as he takes one look at us and draws his iron, running to the front. “Get armed. Fucking Defcon One.”
“Get her back inside,” Phoenix yells, seeing that I’m the closet.
“Mia!” she screams, fighting my hold.
“We'll get her, but we can’t run through whatever's going on out there.” I yank her back up the stairs and into the clubhouse. “The girls know what to do. She'll be in the shelter with the others.”
“But—”
Another explosion sounds just as Havoc reaches the open garage door, throwing him against the wall. Motherfucker. Phoenix hauls him back on his feet and they duck inside to take cover. “Go!” Phoenix snaps.
Reaper and Mad Dog burst out of the thick cloud, their guns out. They were watching the gate, so at least they're alive. “It's the Outlaw Sons, and they brought the fucking big guns!” Reaper yells.
Jesus Christ.
Bullets ping off the stair supports, throwing sparks as we race to the top, but when we throw ourselves through the door, we're unhurt. Just a tear in my cut.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she's chanting like a fucking mantra. “Mia, we have to find Mia.”
“We are. Come on.”
We race through the clubhouse. Along the walls facing the front, all the members at home are using them for cover while they take shots out the front door and windows. It's a firing line the Sons are gonna lose a lot of men to if they insist on this shit show.