Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Which meant he was grinning when he turned out the lights.
He settled in behind her in a spoon, top arm wrapped around her chest.
The arm he shoved under her was wrapped around her ribs.
And his hand was on The Girl Across the Way.
Chapter Ten
Unhurt. Unstruck. Unbeaten.
Jagger
Sunday morning, early, his alarm went.
Jag opened his eyes, reached out, and came up empty.
He pushed up to a hand in the bed and looked around the room.
Thrown on the chair in the corner was the black outfit Archie wore to dinner the night before that was essentially a collared shirt that was clingy and almost mini-dress long, the bottom of it hugging a fitted pair of black short-shorts. She’d worn this with black knee boots with silver rivets over the toes.
Definitely testing his ability not to give in and let her at least suck him off.
Her beat-up backpack was lying on the floor next to the chair and it’d exploded since Jag dropped it there the night before.
As far as he knew, she’d slept good after he fed her, got her tipsy, brought her home and took his time eating her out.
But now she was…
Where?
He got out of bed and noted the bathroom was dark, but he looked there anyway.
She wasn’t there.
He then headed out.
His search didn’t last long.
He found her perched on the felt of his pool table, cross legged, wearing panties and a tank, the backs of her wrists on her knees.
Her eyes were closed.
And, okay…
There was only ever going to be one woman’s ass on the back of his bike.
But he didn’t expect there would only ever be one woman’s ass on his felt.
Feeling his lips twitch, he retraced his steps, did his bathroom business including brushing and flossing, yanked on the jeans he wore the night before, leaving his chest bare. He headed back out, went to his kitchen and started coffee.
By the time he returned his attention to her, she hadn’t moved, but her eyes were open and on him.
“Please come here,” she requested.
Apparently, meditation-on-a-pool-table time was over.
This chick was something else.
No hesitation, he went right there.
He stopped, standing in front of her.
She reached out with one hand and touched the tattoo over his heart.
“OG,” she said.
“Yeah,” he muttered, taking her in up close, hearing the vibe of her voice, not certain what her mood was.
“Where do you go from there?” she asked.
He understood her question immediately.
She wanted to know where she would be.
Their kids.
“Where do you go from there, Jagger?” she pushed.
Her voice was soft, sweet, reflective.
She got it.
OG.
Always there.
Right at the heart.
It would always be them.
His mom. Dutch. Hound. Wilder.
His dad.
OG.
He wanted to answer her question, because he had an answer, but all of a sudden, his throat had shut down.
His throat had shut down.
She took his hand, moved it to her inner right arm, and wrapped his fingers around the three symbols inked there.
Even with his hand covering them, he knew what they were. In the last few days, he’d spent some time taking in her tats.
Those were detailed, intricate, even if not a one of them was bigger than his thumbnail.
Two Hamsa hands protecting a Chakra Third Eye.
Yeah.
With that tat, with the easy way she talked about shit, shared it, Jag knew she was there.
She knew herself or was capable of digging deep if something reared that needed contemplation.
He was not.
“Where do you go from there, Jagger?” she whispered.
He wanted to give it to her but he couldn’t.
Instead, he closed his eyes, dropped his head, and felt the tight muscles pull hard in his neck.
She left his hand where it was on her arm and swept hers over his hair.
She caught it at the back in a gentle fist.
“This is mine, okay?” she stated, tugging lightly. “From now on, you don’t cut it unless I say it’s cool. Yeah?”
At her words, that tug, his dick started to get hard and his hand moved in a way it didn’t feel like he was moving it. With a mind of its own, it went to hers and took control.
He positioned it, wrapping it around his throat.
Then he lifted his head and locked eyes with her.
“Here,” he forced out.
That syllable was guttural.
“You’ll be here,” he said.
She held his gaze and hers was penetrating.
Deep.
“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he told her.
“Yes,” she agreed instantly.
“Come in you, no glove.”
“Yes,” she repeated.
“You clean?”
She nodded.
“Yeah,” he answered a question she didn’t ask that he was too. “Protected?” he went on.
Another nod.
With that, he moved.
Fast.
He jerked her legs out, yanked her panties down.
She gasped.
He felt that in his dick too.
He dragged her ass to the edge of the pool table, and when he got her there, she lay back, lifted her arms over her head and watched as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out.
On sight of his dick, her eyes grew dark and she licked her lips.