Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
My beer slipped from my hand at his closeness. He caught it with one hand, without looking, the other hand still on the edge of my stool. He placed the beer on the bar.
The only sound came from the speakers Colby and I had been playing music from.
No one else was around. Which was insane. There always seemed to be at least a few members out in the garage portion of the compound, working on cars. I knew some guys were out on a ‘run,’ whatever that meant, and the rest were at home with their families.
All the times I’d yearned for it to just be me and him, now I couldn’t handle it. Now my heart hurt.
I wanted to run… I thought about it, my body tensed and ready, wondering how far I’d get.
“Not lettin’ you go anywhere, Violet,” Elden murmured softly, as if he could read my mind. “You’re makin’ a smart choice for the right reasons, and I should respect that,” he continued, his voice low. “But I fuckin’ can’t.” He reached up to coil my hair around his finger.
I stopped breathing.
“If you tell me you’ve changed your mind, that this has run its course for you, I’ll never touch you again,” I watched his lips move as he spoke, avoiding his eyes. “I’ll walk away right now.”
I frowned, rage burning my throat. “Do you really think I’m that fickle?” I asked, trying to snap, but I only managed a rough whisper.
When I finally looked at his eyes, Elden was studying me. “No, Violet. I know you’re not. I know you’re doin’ this for me. And fuck, does that make me love you more. As if that were fuckin’ possible.”
His hands went to my knees, spreading them apart. I didn’t fight him. Not even a little. My body opened for him with relief.
He lifted me up the second his mouth plastered to mine, my legs wrapping around him instinctively. I cried out as my skirt parted, my panties rubbing against the rough denim of his jeans.
Elden let out a low growl in his throat as he placed me on the bar, the perfect height for him.
He ripped my tank aside, lips landing on my nipple. I cried out, fingers tangling in his hair.
My gaze went to the tinted windows. People were walking across the parking lot and into the garage bays. It was broad daylight.
Elden was frantically undoing his jeans.
“Someone could walk in,” I panted, breathless.
“They could,” his eyes were wild, “but right now, I don’t give a fuck about anything other than getting into your pussy.”
He waited for me to argue. Gave me the opportunity to say no. But I didn’t. My fingers replaced his, working desperately at his belt.
The second he was free, he pushed my panties to the side and slammed inside of me. We both cried out.
I was holding onto his neck for dear life as he fucked me relentlessly, furiously, with all of the need we’d built up over the months.
My heart beat frantically as the reality of what we were doing merged with my insane need. We were having sex. In the clubhouse. In broad daylight.
That only caused my climax to rush forward quicker, racing through all of my nerve endings.
“Open your eyes, Violet,” Elden commanded.
I did as I was told.
“You’re mine,” he vowed. “Whatever happens after this. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I promised.
Then we crashed into nirvana together.
We were silent as we cleaned up, the reality of what we’d just done rushing in. I didn’t regret it. Especially because no one had caught us.
It was our goodbye. It suited what we’d created. It was irresponsible, dangerous and impossibly hot.
He wouldn’t end it now. Not for my own good. He’d tried to do that already. Maybe he would, further down the line, when I was closer to graduating, when I had to make the decision between my two warring futures.
He wouldn’t end it until this was close to disaster, until someone found out and his life was ruined.
“The Sons are your family,” I told him, standing on unsteady legs. “After what you went through for years. After living a life that wasn’t your own, without anyone having your back, without a home.” Tears flooded my vision. “You’ve got that here.” I looked around the room. “And I want that for you. I want you, but I can’t bring myself to ruin your life.”
“You won’t ruin my life,” he argued, echoing the conversation we had in the motel room.
“I’d do this in a minute, do us, if you wouldn’t get hurt in the process,” I sighed, my heart breaking. “I’d do this in a minute if everyone would be upset at me. But they won’t. Everyone will focus their anger on you. The big, bad, older biker who took advantage of me. Fucking double standards,” I scoffed. “Sure, my mom may have some choice words for me, but no one would dream of kicking me out of this life. This is your life,” I shook my head. "I hadn’t fully realized that... That we’re playing with your life.” I took him in, inhaled then exhaled his scent. I lived in the moment, my body still humming from his touch.