Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 113473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
But he needed to for now and he knew they had all night to continue what they began.
Hell, not just all night, but hopefully forever.
As he began to shift, to pull out, she tightened her arms around him, pulling him down to her to the point he was afraid of crushing her with his weight. She put her mouth to his ear and whispered, “I love you, too, Sig. But you don’t call me Autumn.”
He grinned. She was right.
He pulled his head back and looked down into her face. She was wearing her own grin.
He kissed that grin away, brushed the hair away from her face then whispered, “Love you, Red.”
Her next smile was bigger. “That’s better.”
What Red wanted, Red got.
His lips twitched. “Gotta go get rid of this wrap and get somethin’ to clean you up. Gonna need to talk to the doc about gettin’ on somethin’ so we don’t have to use ‘em anymore.”
“Are you asking or you telling?”
He frowned. “Tellin’. This is one thing I’m puttin’ my boot down about. Want nothin’ between us. And wraps fuckin’ suck. We ain’t gonna be fuckin’ anyone else, so no reason to use ‘em.”
“Well, I’m ahead of you.”
He slid from her and slipped off the full wrap, rolling off the bed. He glanced back at her, where she looked perfect. Freshly fucked and in his bed. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Carly’s going to put one of those birth control implants in my arm at my next appointment. She said it’s a set-it-and-forget-it type of birth control.”
He grinned and shook his head, relieved she’d been thinking ahead. “Sounds like a good plan, baby.”
Because it sure fucking did and he couldn’t wait, especially now that she got the green light to fuck. He headed to the bathroom to get rid of the wrap, take a piss, and grab a wet washcloth.
As he walked back into the bedroom, he was saying, “Could get used to comin’ home to you naked. Ready to sit on my face and my dick.” When he glanced up, he froze and his fingers clutched the washcloth tighter. And he might have even forgotten to breathe.
No might have. He did.
Holy shit.
Red was sitting on the bed still naked except for one thing.
“Jesus fuck,” he whispered.
She sat cross-legged on the mattress, her back to him and, when she heard him, she glanced over her shoulder, shot him a wicked smile and pulled her thick red hair out of the way.
It was the last thing he ever expected her to fucking wear. He never would have asked it of her, either.
Sig’s gaze dropped from her face to the black leather cut she wore. The one with the rockers stating, without a fucking doubt, she was “Property of Sig.”
He blinked to make sure he was reading it right. “You wear that, you know what that means?”
“Yes. Stella showed me hers, explained what it meant and when I asked, she had it made for me.”
Holy fuckin’ shit. “You don’t got a clue about the MC life, baby. Sure you wanna be a part of it?”
“I’m getting a clue, Sig. I’ve been here long enough now. But me getting this didn’t have anything to do with the MC life. It had to do with you. If you’re a part of it, then I am, too.”
Christ, this woman kept blowing his fucking mind. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any fucking better, she did. “Can’t wear it ‘til I claim you as my ol’ lady at the table.”
“I know.”
“You want me to do that?”
“Would I have gotten this vest if I didn’t?” she answered all sassy-like. He needed to kiss that sassiness right out of her mouth.
“First lesson, it’s called a cut.” He approached the bed, the washcloth forgotten in his hand. As he got closer, she turned to face him and that’s when he spotted it. Her name patch.
Red. Not Autumn.
He wasn’t sure he liked that. It was his name for her and he might want it to only ever be his.
He’d give it some thought. But not right now. Because right now his dick was getting hard again seeing her naked in his bed, wearing his name on her back.
She wanted him to claim her at the table.
And, hell yeah, he wanted to claim her at the table, too. He wanted his ol’ lady on the back of his sled come their first Spring run, wearing his cut for everyone to see.
“You gonna be on the back of my sled for the next run and wear it?”
“Do you want me to be?”
“Really need an answer?”
Her lips curled up at the ends. And, fuck, he wanted to kiss her. Then he wanted to shove his dick between them as she sucked him off while wearing it.
“Might be a few months, but for now, you can wear it when I fuck you again.”