Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I refuse to look back down into the hole as he helps me to my feet. I don't think I ever fully realized exactly how far my guys will go to keep me safe and protect my honor. At least not until today. God, I hope they'll never have to do that again. I clutch Quickshot hard as he leads me back through the ball room towards the front.
"We're going home," says Badass. “Nice shot with the elbow, by the way.”
37
NATALIE
I saw way more death that day than anyone should have to see in a lifetime. As rough as my adventure started, I never understood exactly how rough the seedy underbelly of this city could be. And in a way, I kicked it all off.
It went better for the Screaming Eagles than I could've hoped for. There were losses, and a lot of men will carry scars for the rest of their lives, but they got off easily compared to the rest.
The Unwanted are gone. With Cain dead, Crusher, well… crushed, and their name dragged through the mud, Eagle-eye is planning on having their whole clubhouse leveled to the ground. I don’t even know how many people died, but it’s enough to still wake me up in a cold sweat.
And the mob? Still out there. The Eagles acquired a few fancy SUVs to sell off, but as far as I know, Giancarlo Fabbri wasn't among the bodies. It bothers me that he’s still out there, but in spite of bidding on me that night, I don’t think he really cares what happens to me. He just saw an opportunity to make someone suffer.
I shudder in Badass's arms at the thought.
"You okay, honey?" He squeezes me closer. All four of us are cuddled up on one of the couch sections in the Eagles' Roost, in front of the stage. The guys have been passing me back and forth while we watch the show. Zoe, one of the club girls, is the one up there now, and she moves with a sexy grace around that pole that I couldn't hope to replicate even if I practiced my whole life. It's like her chest, her hips and her head move completely independently of each other, and at the same time in such perfect synchronization that it's hypnotizing.
I totally understand why people think pole dancing is sexy.
What I don't understand is why they would want me to do it, with my two left feet and a body that definitely wasn't meant for the kinds of athletic gyrating that Zoe's doing.
I cuddle into Badass's chest as I look between the guys. They're all watching me, despite Zoe's sexy gyrations on stage. "I'm fine. Just a shiver."
The bar's hopping tonight, a blend of college students and bikers. It seems to just keep getting more and more popular. Of course, we're always guaranteed a spot, but Crash is working the door, and I know he's already turning people away. I like it when it's busy. Somehow, it almost seems more private then. Like we can hide ourselves in the crowd.
Badass slides his fingers up my side. They wanted me slutted up tonight, so it's bare, right up the bralette they gave me to wear for a top. On these nights, they choose my outfit, and while I can still tell them 'cookie' if it's too much, it's amazing how comfortable I've gotten with myself and my curves. It's a lot easier to feel good about a little extra here and there when you have three amazing guys literally pushing each other out of the way so they can get their hands on you.
As Animal demonstrates when he yanks me over to sit in his lap instead. He immediately cups my breast with one hand while the other drops between my legs outside my little shorts to pull me right up against the heavy bulge in his pants. "We'll give you a real reason to shiver," he growls into my ear. "Then shake and twist and roll around on the fucking bed as you come like fucking freight train."
I twist so I can run my hand up his bare chest under his cut. Hey, if they get to pick outfits for me, I can pick for them. I trail the scars across his pecs with my fingertips, then lean in to kiss each one.
"So, did you decide yet?" asks Quickshot. He's watching me hungrily, his one hand resting strategically over the cock that's straining against his jeans. I was in his lap before Badass, and he made absolutely no secret of how horny me wiggling my ass was making him.
The elephant in the room that we've been avoiding since the battle at the Unwanted clubhouse is when I'm going back to my old life. The deal's well past, and in theory that was supposed to be it. I stayed, because I think we all needed each other's company for a while. At least, that's what I'm telling myself. There's no reason for me to stay anymore, technically speaking.