Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Over the next few weeks, I meet all of the MC brothers and their wives. It doesn’t take long for me to become friends with the other women. We have the men and puppies in common, after all.
I’m sitting at the breakfast bar writing out a grocery list when my phone rings. I glance down and see Scarlett’s picture flash on the screen. “Hey,” I answer.
“Good morning,” Hacker’s adorable wife replies. “We’re having the MC wives book club meeting tomorrow night at Gatsby Books, and we’d like to invite you and Rose if she’d like to come.”
“What is the book club?” I ask, confused. I haven’t heard about this “book club.”
My new friend giggles. “On Wednesdays, the brothers have church at the clubhouse, so we decided to have a female version. All the wives get together and read dirty MC books. Then we discuss ways to surprise our husbands.”
I suddenly feel like I’ve stepped into the twilight zone but run with it. “It sounds fun. What time and what can I bring?”
“We meet after the store closes and usually get started by six-thirty.” Scarlett gives me the details. “Every week, we decide who will bring snacks and wine the next week, so it’s all taken care of for tonight. Just bring yourself. And Rose if she wants to come.”
As we hang up, I wonder if my fiancé knows about this book club? I head down to the game room to find out.
I step into the room and come to a dead stop at the adorable picture in front of me. Damien is sitting at his massive computer desk with Elvis sound asleep in his lap. I wave my hand, attempting to get his attention. My first week living here, I learned he can’t hear anything with his noise-canceling headphones on. After scaring the hell out of him, I promised to announce myself.
My prince notices me and pulls the headphones off. “Hey, little peach.” Hunger flashes through his eyes, and I feel my girly parts responding. “What’s up?”
I walk over and lift up Elvis, then sit on Damien’s lap. The puppy huffs and snuggles against me. “Scarlett invited me to the wives’ book club tonight while you’re at church.”
Damien throws back his head and laughs. “I’ve heard the guys talking about this new book club.” He smirks down at me. “I expect you to take notes.”
I blink several times. “Notes?”
“Of all the new sex moves you’re going to try on me.” His cock grows hard under my rear end. “Book club is another term for old ladies’ book porn party. The other guys have been reaping the rewards of this girls’ night out.”
I reach behind my back and rub Damien’s erection through his sweatpants. “I don’t think this will wait until I get home from my book club.”
He drops his head back and groans my name as I slip my hand under his waistband and grasp his rock-hard cock. “Let me put Elvis down for a nap.”
“All the little shit does is nap.” Damien laughs as I stand and cuddle the puppy.
“I’ll be right back,” I promise and rush to the living room to tuck Elvis into his fancy bed. Once he’s settled, I head back to Damien’s game room, stripping as I go. When I step in the door wearing just my bra and undies, my prince’s eyes turn dark with hunger. “Is all that off?” I point at the six huge screens wrapped around his desk. “I don’t want a sex tape of us to end up on the internet.”
“It’s all off,” Damien assures me. “But I wouldn’t mind having a private sex tape. We could call it our own personal porn.”
“You know I’d do anything for you,” I tell him while walking over to his chair. When he turns, I drop to my knees in front of him, reaching for his hard shaft. “Right now, I want to taste you.”
Damien reaches down to wiggle in his seat, slipping his pants off and down his legs, groaning, “Taste away.”
“I hope I get this right.” I stare into his eyes as I run my tongue over the velvety skin on the tip.
“You can’t fuck it up.” Damien wraps his hand in my hair and palms the back of my head, encouraging me. I squeeze the base of his cock while closing my lips over the head and sucking. The hard floor stings my knees as I work at making my prince lose control.
His eyes fall closed as he calls my name. “Fuck.” His muttered groan fills the room. “Your lips are heaven.”
Damien’s legs start to tremble, and he suddenly pulls back. “I’ve dreamed of fucking your gorgeous body on my desk,” he hisses and pushes everything off one side of his L-shaped desk. Pens, papers, and his headphones hit the floor as he stands and lifts me. “I’m going to make my fantasies come true.”