Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
My head might’ve slammed back against the brick wall had his hand not protected it. One of them was half lifting me at the hip, the other was at the back of my head, making sure I didn’t give myself a concussion.
His strangled grunts of pleasure echoed through my bones as his lips moved against mine.
Swiss fucked me with ferocious abandon, and I met him for every thrust, every cell in my body singing for him. My body was coiled tight, ready to explode.
Swiss’s hand moved from behind my head to around my neck. The familiar pressure almost took me over the edge, the pain, the black spots in my vision beckoning me to the abyss.
“Look at me,” Swiss snarled, barely sounding human.
My eyes found his immediately, drowning in the obsidian pools of his irises.
It was then, right then, that I exploded. That Swiss’s grunts of pleasure harmonized with mine.
He emptied himself into me, each pulse of his cock causing aftershocks to ripple through me.
We’d had the conversation a week ago about me being on birth control, about me being comfortable with him not using a condom. He’d barely been able to keep his hands off me since then. And I was somewhat the same. To put it mildly.
Slowly, both of my feet settled on the ground, though I was not strong enough to hold my body weight quite yet. Swiss steadied me, keeping hold of my hips with one hand while righting my skirt with the other. He used a bandanna that was tucked into his back pocket to clean me and the cum trickling down the inside of my thigh.
I blinked the world back into focus, the light suddenly bright. Sounds of cars and people not that far away.
We just had sex in an alley in broad daylight. Essentially right outside my place of work.
And it did not bother me one bit.
It took a long time to compose myself, my breathing.
“You wear shit like that, Countess, I’m gonna drag you out of work and fuck you.” When he spoke finally, his voice was thick and gravelly, causing my skin to prickle with gooseflesh.
“I’ll make a note to buy three more of these skirts,” I replied, my voice husky.
His eyes found mine, and they flared. “I’ll buy you a whole fuckin’ store of those boots too,” he murmured.
I glanced down to the boots, grinning.
“We’re heading off on a run,” he said as he buttoned his jeans.
I glanced up at him. “A run?”
He nodded slowly.
“Am I supposed to know what that is?” I asked. The men had mentioned runs every now and then, but I was always busy doing something, and the alone time Swiss and I spent together was not used to talk about club slang and what it meant.
I didn’t know what being a member of the Sons of Templar really entailed. Except for being criminally hot and wearing cool outfits, throwing great parties and living an overall awesome existence free of rules or social constraints.
Yes, I could hazard a guess as to what the club did.
Swiss wore a gun in a holster under his cut, and had a knife strapped to his belt. He would sometimes leave in the middle of the night and go straight to the shower instead of getting in bed with me when he came back.
I might’ve lived a sheltered life, but I wasn’t a complete idiot. I understood it was highly likely that the Sons made their living off nefarious things. That Swiss broke the law.
He never pretended to be a saint. Though he didn’t lay out the specifics of what he did, he didn’t hide anything from me either. I had the feeling he would reply truthfully to whatever question I asked. That he would trust me with the truth. Heck, I had the feeling he was waiting for me to ask so we could cross over that imaginary barrier. So that I would settle into this place more permanently.
But I could not ask him to trust me, I could not seek that trust when I had not yet trusted him with my truth.
“Got a shipment comin’ in,” he explained, pulling me to his chest. “We’re meeting some… business partners in Arizona.” He looked at me expectantly, as if he were waiting for me to ask for more. To clarify his vague explanation as to what he was doing.
I supposed maybe that’s what most women would do. We were innately curious. Especially about men we were sleeping with. Especially about men we were falling in love with.
And I was curious. Desperately so. More than anything, I was clutched with worry about Swiss. I could gather that his lifestyle was full of danger, both from him being hurt or locked up. The thought of either happening filled me with dread and panic.
“How long will you be gone?” I asked instead of the myriad of other questions I had on my mind.