Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Decker tried to ignore Wolf’s saliva-coated hard-on that was now on full display and instead, tried to focus on Penny’s face. “Yeah. Got it. But how do I know who’s a sweet butt and who ain’t? The ol’ ladies are easy to spot since they’re wearin’ their ol’ man’s cut, but the sweet butts don’t do that.”
“You’ll figure it out. Just don’t fuck it up.”
That shouldn’t be difficult since he had no plans on touching any woman tied to the Demons. He’d rather fuck his fist for the rest of his damn life. He wouldn’t even touch one of their women with Rez’s dick.
Wolf released Penny’s hair and she immediately went back to business. Decker did his best to keep his eyes on the Demon’s face and tune out the slurping sounds.
“That it?” He wouldn’t continue to stand there if Wolf was done with his impromptu reminder.
Wolf took a long drag on his cigarette and when he blew out the smoke, a “nope,” came along with it.
Sweet baby Jesus. The internet was filled with much better porn.
Wolf needed to hurry up and say whatever he needed to say. But, of course, Decker couldn’t make any demands like that. If Wolf wanted Decker to stand there until he came, then as a prospect, he’d need to stand there until the damn Demon came.
He hoped to fuck he didn’t have to wait until the man lost his load in the sweet butt’s mouth. He might end up with PTSD if he did.
“Got your job set up.”
Fuck. He hoped it wasn’t bullshit and something that gave him access to the drug trafficking part of the club. He needed to be in the thick of things to make this undercover assignment worthwhile. “Already got a job. Gotta support me and my kid. Pay the rent.”
“Doin’ what?”
“Paintin’ houses.”
Wolf grimaced, grabbed a handful of Penny’s hair and ripped on it. “Told you, no fuckin’ teeth!”
When his fingers on his other hand curled into a fist, Decker tensed. If he hauled off and hit that woman…
Wolf’s nostrils flared and his jaw clenched for a few seconds. The second she took him into her mouth again, he grabbed her head and thrusted his hips upward so hard, she choked. And then he held her there until she started clawing at his thighs and struggling to get free.
Decker forced himself to keep his boots planted where they were and not intervene. But, for fuck’s sake, it was difficult.
Just as he opened his mouth because he couldn’t stay silent a moment longer, Wolf released her. When she straightened and gulped air, tears ran down her face and snot ran from her nose after being almost suffocated.
After coughing a couple of times, she said, “Sorry, baby.”
“Do it again and it’ll be your last fuckin’ time,” Wolf warned.
“I didn’t mean to, Wolf.”
Wolf raised his dark eyes to Decker and shook his head. “Fuckin’ bitches. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t kill ‘em… At least in front of witnesses.” He smirked.
Yeah, a real fucking gem.
When Penny got busy again, Wolf shoved the strands of hair sticking to her tears and snot out of her face and patted her cheek before asking Decker, “Got your own business?”
Were they really going to continue on like all that hadn’t happened? Fuck me. “Nah. Work for someone else. Wouldn’t mind goin’ out on my own, though. Put all the scratch in my own pocket.”
“Got a new job now. Do it right and you’re gonna put more scratch in your pocket than the shit job you got now.”
“Doin’ what?”
“Gonna put you to work,” Wolf said, then whispered, “Yeah, that’s it, swallow my dick. Keep takin’ it deep like that and I’m gonna give you what you’re askin’ for.”
“Doin’ what?” Decker asked again, quickly losing his patience. He wanted to get this conversation over with sooner than later. And preferably before Wolf finished.
“Deliverin’ pizzas.”
Decker blinked. Doing what? “How’s deliverin’ pizzas gonna pay my damn bills?”
Wolf flicked his still lit cigarette at Decker. It bounced off his cut and just missed Penny. “You fuckin’ questionin’ me?”
“No, man.”
“Better not be. Not if you wanna keep those patches on your fuckin’ back. Nobody’s forcin’ you to be here. You know where the fuckin’ door is. Just leave your cut behind.”
Decker swallowed down his annoyance and tamped down his sneer, as well as the urge to grab Wolf with two hands and shake the motherfucking shit out of him. “Willin’ to do whatever needs to be done to earn my patches.”
“What I like to hear ‘stead of bitchin’ or back-talkin’ like a typical slit.”
Decker sighed silently. “Whatever you need me to do, Wolf, gonna do it.” Though, he was starting to regret volunteering for this assignment.
“Saw you got a truck. You’re gonna be usin’ that for your deliveries.”
Of fucking course. No cost and all profit for the club.