Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Clarke was much more relaxed on the walk back home, and I didn’t comment on the breath of relief she released once the town was behind us and could no longer be seen.
Right then, I swore I would lay down my life for them if need be. No price was too high to protect these two. They’d stolen my heart. They fucking owned me.
I watched as one of Alejandro’s men emerged from the woods. Clarke and Beck were napping, both of them exhausted after the stressful trip into town. They’d managed to shower and change into their new clothes, but they’d crashed shortly after. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them. I could use a nap, too.
“Phone,” he said in thickly-accented English, holding out a burner phone to me. I grabbed it from him. “For you. Call home.”
Trepidation clenched my gut. Fuck, what had happened?
With that, he slipped back into the trees. I flipped open the device before dialing River’s burner number and holding the phone to my ear. He grunted when he answered but made no other sound.
“River?” I asked.
“Tank?” When I made a noise of affirmation, he sighed. “I don’t have any good news, but it’s not bad either.” I rolled my jaw around, glaring out into the trees. “Alejandro has men infiltrating the organization now, but we don’t have eyes on any of the major players yet. It’s going to be a waiting game.” I clenched my jaw. I hated waiting. I wanted this over for Clarke and Beck so they could have a normal life. Or, well, one as normal as they could manage after all the trauma they’d endured. Life would never truly be normal for them again. I knew from experience.
“How are things on your end?” River asked when I didn’t say anything in response.
“Quiet,” I gruffly told him. “No activity.”
“Good. Reach back out tomorrow just to check in. If I hear anything before then, I’ll reach out to you. Keep this phone on you.”
“Will do,” I told him before ending the call. After pocketing the phone, I headed inside, locking the front door behind me. I checked on Clarke and Beck, who were curled up on the couch together. Reaching forward, I gently took the book from Clarke’s slack hand, dog-earring the page she’d been on before setting it on the coffee table.
They were so fucking beautiful together. And I desperately wanted them to be mine. I’d never felt like this before in my life, but of course, the first moment I did, I started falling for two traumatized people who would likely never truly want anything with a man like me.
An outlaw. Someone who was okay living on the wrong side of the law. Someone who wasn’t mentally okay—hadn’t been for years. Because like them, trauma had fucked me up and left me deeply scarred.
Beck and Clarke deserved someone much better than me.
Sighing, I headed into my room, leaving the door open, and laid back on the bed.
While I knew they deserved better, if I ever got the chance to be theirs—for them to be mine—I would take it with both hands. I would do my best to love them wholly and fully. I would take care of them and always keep them safe, no matter the cost.
Would that be enough?
11
Beck
Tank slid his hands up my bare thighs, a mischievous gleam lighting up his dark eyes. When he licked his lips, my breath hitched in my throat, my cock jerking against my bare stomach, the head sticky with precum. I was so close to coming, and he hadn’t even touched me there yet.
“Tank…” I moaned, my hips rising off the bed the slightest bit when his breath blew over the base of my cock.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” he praised, nuzzling my cock before tenderly kissing it. I whined, my head slamming back into the pillows. My fingers laced into his hair when he licked a stripe from the base of my shaft to the tip.
“F-fuuuck,” I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. But nothing could’ve prepared me for him sucking my cock into his mouth, deep-throating me, his tongue swirling around me. I choked on my own saliva. How was he so damn good at this?
“Tank,” I whined, my hips thrusting of their own volition. He groaned around me, encouraging me to fuck up into his mouth. I tensed slightly when he slipped a finger between my cheeks, but when his fingers brushed over my hole, I moaned. It was a sound so erotic, so obscene, that my cheeks heated. But the way Tank moaned around my cock let me know I had nothing to be embarrassed about.
“I’m so close,” I panted a moment later, my head spinning. “Tank—”
He swallowed around me, did something fucking magical with his tongue, and I exploded. My cum flooded his mouth—