Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
She grabbed my wrist, and we rushed around the side of the building. I knew this nice person façade she had going on wouldn’t last very long, so I was relishing in it. I guess she did have some kind of heart. She just hardly ever revealed it.
She opened a door and pulled me into a hallway. I yanked her against me and kissed her deeply, backing her up against the wall. My hands slid under her shirt, but before I could get far, she pushed away from me, panting. She was as turned on as I was. “My room – now,” she gasped out.
I pulled her to her room and kicked the door closed, dragging her against me. I took the bags from her and tossed them beside the bed. She yanked my shirt over my head, scraping her nails over my tattoos. This was going to be rough and fast – I already knew that. But God, I was eager to fucking be inside of her.
I laid her on the bed, but she came up on her knees and began fumbling with my belt. With a muttered curse, I yanked my jeans and boxers off. I stripped her clothes off of her in a rush.
I needed to be inside of her. I desperately needed to feel her warmth wrapped around me. Maybe on the second round, we could play around, but right now, I just needed her. I found a release in her that I had never found before, and that was exactly what I needed.
Spreading her thighs apart, I spread her pussy lips wide, finding her already dripping wet for me. I groaned and laid back on the bed, yanking her on top of me. Her wide eyes met mine. “Travis, you know I’ve never been on top before—”
I cut her off with a kiss before I moved her up and slid my cock inside of her. She cried out in pleasure as her walls stretched to take me in. I settled my hands on her hips and lifted her up and down in a fast tempo. It didn’t take long for her to match the rhythm that I had set. She moved her hips at the perfect speed and the perfect angle, making me groan in pleasure.
Fuck, she felt amazing.
“How close are you?” I asked in-between heavy breaths. I was fucking close to blowing my load inside of her.
She didn’t get to answer as she began to shudder from the force of her climax. I yanked her down to me and slammed up into her one more time. Her nails dug into my sides as she held onto me as if I were the only thing tethering her to the earth. She softly cried out my name, the word sounding strangled, and I tightened my arms around her, finding my own release inside of her wet cunt.
She looked down at me with those fucking stunning, blue eyes, and I felt myself harden again. Her eyes widened at the feel of me. “Fuck, why did you have to look at me?” I grunted as I flipped us over so she was on her back.
She giggled, but I quickly cut her off, molding my lips to hers.
I pushed into her again, going as deep as I could. She moaned my name and arched her back.
I would never get tired of the sound of my name coming from her lips like that. I knew I would always be able to find pleasure in her body; there was no way in hell I could ever get tired of her.
And that was dangerous as fuck.
7
Katie
Men—I swear I would never fucking understand them. I was completely nice to Travis for once, but after he had enough of me, he got up from my bed, told me I should take a shower, and left the room. I didn’t get a thank you, that was great, the sex was amazing – nothing. I got nothing.
Fucking douche bag.
I crossed my legs and was just about to open a bag of chips when a knock sounded on my door. I sighed in irritation. “Come in!” I called.
Nicholas stepped into my room. He paused for a moment. I arched a single eyebrow at him. “It smells like sex in here,” he finally said.
I rolled my eyes looking at him like he was stupid. “Probably because two people just had sex in here?”
He ignored my sarcastic comment and rubbed his temples. “Your dad is being cremated tomorrow morning.” My heart squeezed in my chest all while I frowned at Nicholas. We buried members. We didn’t cremate them. “The lawyer is here. He wants to talk to you about your dad’s will.” He turned and walked out of my room before I could question him about the cremation.
With a heavy sigh, I got up and walked to the bar room. When I got in there, I saw the club lawyer sitting at the bar, sipping a small, mixed drink. He had his briefcase on the bar beside him.