Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
This woman has me absolutely turned inside out. The sounds of our bodies sliding together mingle with her breathy whimpers. She hooks her arm around my neck and whispers against my ear, “Your cock feels so fucking good filling me.”
Demons below, those filthy words coming from Margot set me off. I sink deep inside her, spilling into the condom. Completely spent, I rest my head on her chest. Her heartbeat’s wild against my ear. She threads her fingers through my hair and brushes kisses against my sweaty forehead.
If I’m not careful, I could get addicted to this.
Margot
After we peel ourselves out of the lounge chair, Jigsaw kicks off his jeans.
“Felt like I had a lot of things working against me there.” He lets out a wild bit of laughter and runs his hands through his hair.
“I couldn’t tell.” Everything we did was electrifying. Except maybe when he pulled me to the edge of the counter and we couldn’t make that angle work.
He decides to worry about doing his laundry later and we end up in my bed. I’m spent but restless.
Words I want to say bubble up, then pop. Questions I want to ask but shouldn’t.
He holds out his arm, inviting me closer. Tentatively, I inch my body next to his until our legs are touching. His skin’s so warm, his body so solid and brimming with life even though his eyelids droop as if he’s on the verge of sleep.
I rest my head on his chest. He runs his fingers over my hair. “I didn’t mess it up too bad, considering.” His voice and laughter rumble against my cheek.
He seems to be twirling locks of my hair around his finger. It’s soothing and I’m almost drifting into sleep when his chest ripples under me.
“You can knock kitchen counter sex and standing doggy off your list now, but I think you’re going to need a shorter guy for the counter sex.”
My heart stops. Shorter guy? List? I don’t want anyone else.
This is still nothing more than some casual lessons for him.
I sit up, fear beating a steady drum in my chest.
“What’s wrong?” Concern edges into his voice.
“I made a mistake.”
He sits up, resting his hand on my back. “About?”
“This.”
“It’s the feel-good chemicals from all the orgasms.” He rubs his hand over my back and kisses my shoulder. “Give me a few minutes and we can try some other positions.”
“You’re awfully cocky,” I grumble.
Maybe he’s right. I’m still riding a wave of euphoria that’s only making me think this has turned into something else. It obviously doesn’t mean anything more than that to him.
He said he missed me while he was away. I know I missed him something awful. My heart’s breaking but I don’t know what to say or what questions to ask.
He’s opened up to me about his scars, his childhood. That means something, doesn’t it?
Apparently not.
We’re just sex. That’s it. No one was supposed to catch feelings.
That’s what we agreed to.
I don’t think that’s enough anymore.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Jigsaw
I spent the last few days at Margot’s. Didn’t mean to stay that long, but I couldn’t find the desire to leave. I helped her check more positions off her list, and when she had to work, I kept myself busy. Either I rode to a friend’s gym and worked out, stopped by Remy’s bar to annoy him, or hung out at the racetrack with Eraser. At least that way, I could reasonably claim I was doing something for the club like Z asked me to. Sort of.
But when Rooster sends me a text saying he, and the rest of the club, are almost home, it’s time to go.
Unfortunately, Margot’s with a family. I end up leaving her a note.
M-
Need to run home.
Had a good time.
See you soon.
J
I stare at my chicken-y scribble. Had a good time—understatement. Hope you enjoyed the orgasms sounds cocky. I don’t want to leave anything too X-rated in case, for some reason, her father comes up here and sees it. This doesn’t feel right either, though.
I’ll text her later. Hopefully, by then I’ll have come up with something better. Maybe Rooster can give me some advice. He’s always sending sappy shit to Shelby.
No. They’re engaged. Margot and I are just…fuck buddies? Teacher and student? I grab the note and add “A++” at the bottom.
The ride downstate gives me time to think about my time with Margot. Several times, I have the urge to turn around, go back to her place, and rip up that note.
But I keep riding.
I arrive at the downstate clubhouse a few minutes before Z, Butcher, Grip, and Suds pull in.
Z’s busy on his phone as he approaches the clubhouse.
“Where’s Rooster at?” I ask.
He scowls, finishes whatever he was doing, and glances up. “Hello to you too.”
“Hey, Prez,” I say with a bit more respect. “How was the ride?”