Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” It’s all I should say, but since I’m making confessions. “I now know why my dad lost his shit when my mom died. I couldn’t imagine losing you.”
“You were going to kill me.” Her words don’t hold the same gut-wrenching pain it did hours earlier, but the burn is still there.
“I was going to have TJ do it. Then I would’ve had to kill him, and Briar would’ve had to kill me if I didn’t eat my own gun first.” I kiss her chastely on the lips. “It would’ve been a huge mess. So thank you for not being a snitch.”
“What’s going to happen to my dad’s body?”
I knew this question would come eventually. “It’s been taken care of.”
“Is it wrong that I’m not really all that upset?”
My gut clenches one final time before a cool calmness settles in my bones. “You wouldn’t be able to love me if you weren’t a little fucked up.”
She swats my chest, a giggle erupting from her throat. The sound is heavenly, one I never thought I’d hear again. I pin her arms above her head and show her just how much of a monster I can be.
Chapter 40
Zoe
“What does this mean?” I ask against his lips.
He’s spent the last hour telling me everything I want to know. He’s answered every question with honesty, never once making me feel like he was skating around the truth or omitting information.
“This,” he grunts as he shifts his weight and presses his hard length against my center, “means I want to fuck you.”
“And after?” My eyes squeeze shut as I try to resist him but my body is wound like a top.
“Snuggle?” His tone is so questioning, my eyes pop back open to find him grinning down at me.
“And tomorrow? You’ll be just as sweet?”
A devious smile paints his perfect lips. “Tomorrow, I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck your ass.”
My entire body clenches at the prospect. “That so?”
He nods as his mouth trails down my body. The t-shirt I shrugged on after waking in his arms is quickly cast aside, and I’m open to him, his for the taking.
I’ll think about all the fucked-up things tomorrow.
I’ll think about my dad, and how I killed him without blinking.
I’ll think about Lynch and how resigned he was to my death.
I’ll think about TJ, and wonder how I’ll ever face him again after seeing his true colors.
I’ll think about how the Ravens Ruin MC is no place I should ever be, and how there’s no way I’ll ever leave.
But, for now, all I want to think about is pleasure and Lynch licking my—
“Oh,” I hiss when his mouth covers the apex of my thighs with a hard suck.
“Get out of that head of yours and into this bed with me.”
“I’m here,” I vow, tangling my fingers into his messy hair while I buck against his mouth.
“Mmm,” he moans, licking fast against my clit.
“What are you doing?” Confusion pulls my eyebrows together as he releases my most delicate flesh and begins kissing his way up my body. “I was enjoying that.”
“You’ll,” he pauses long enough to suck one nipple and then the other into his warm mouth, “enjoy this, too.”
“Are we in a rush?” He shakes his head, lips brushing mine before he slips his tongue against mine.
The world could fall away. The clubhouse could be bombed by the Taliban, and I’d still ask for five more minutes with him pressed against me.
“I was only making sure you were wet enough.”
“For what?” I ask.
“This.” He slams into me with a groan, his sounds becoming our sounds.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I beg. “It’s too much.”
“It’s not,” he disagrees, the tempo of his hips carrying out a punishing rhythm.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I pant in tune to his thunderous drives.
He’s fucking me like it’s the first time, the last time, and every time rolled into one. Even with all of my posturing, it’s exactly what I need, what my body craves.
“Coming,” I hiss as my body convulses around him.
“There’s my girl,” he praises as he shifts his hips back, lifts my leg, positioning it over his shoulder and plows into me again. “Milk my cock.”
His grunts begin to meld together as another orgasm builds at the base of my spine. His arms circle my back and grip over my shoulders as he holds me in place, forcing me to take everything he’s giving me.
“Please,” I cry.
I’m right on the edge, right on the precipice of release, needing something I can’t even put into words.
“I fucking love you.” He hisses out each word, punctuating each of them with a violent stab of his cock.
Yep, that’s it.
I explode. My core grips and releases him in pulses so aggressive I don’t even know he’s coming until he stills and whimpers in my ear.