Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“I just want you to like me. I want to make you happy,” she answers.
“Well, let’s see if we can make your dream come true then,” I reply dryly as I grab her long hair in my hand and shove my cock in her pussy with one hard thrust. She screams out from the pain. “Shut the fuck up,” I growl, tugging on her hair hard. She goes quiet and I pull my cock out of her then slam it back in. I do this over and over as she stifles her screams. Letting go of her hair, I reach under her and grab her big fake tits in my hands. I squeeze them so hard while I plunge in and out of her, I think I’ll pop the damn silicone balloons. After fifteen minutes I finally feel my balls clench, my dick grows even harder, and my legs stiffen. I come hot and hard, falling on top of her, crushing her flat to the mattress. After catching my breath, I roll off her onto my back.
“I didn't come,” she complains.
“That's not my problem,” I laugh. “Besides, you still haven't told me the truth about why you’re still here and why you were sucking my dick ’cause, sweetheart we both know it didn't have anything to do with my happiness.”
“I was afraid you would tell Flynn about last night...you know, how I didn't please you and he would make me leave,” she admits.
“Sweetheart, my room is like Vegas, what happens here stays here,” I inform, rolling over to my side, looking at her.
“That's a laugh, Cindy tells everyone what you two do in here,” she snorts.
“Does she now?” I quirk my eyebrow up.
“Yep, said you two are together now...says you made her your sweetie.” “So what? You came in here to fuck me.... to what...prove her wrong?” I ask, chuckling.
She shrugs and then says, “Yep, I hate that bitch.”
Getting off the bed, I look down at her and say, “Well, sweetheart, I ain't getting involved in your stupid girl fight but I will tell you this. Not Cindy, you, or any of those bitches out there will ever be my sweetie.”
“So, you want a civilian girlfriend?” she asks curious.
“Fuck no! I don't want any girlfriend, sweetie, ol’ lady, or whatever the fuck you guys call yourselves. I like to fuck, that's it.” Slapping her on the ass I continue, “Now get your shit and get out...and, Brandy... seriously find something better to do with your time than fighting with Cindy over who I am with, ’cause I could give two shits about any of you.”
After showering I head into the clubhouse to say hello to Flynn, who I find at a table in the bar drinking a cup of coffee. He’s older than me by a few years and the wrinkles around his eyes show it. His dark short hair is slicked back, his black shirt’s tight around his shoulders, and his blue jeans look new. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in anything but a shirt and jeans.
“Hey, Linc,” he grumbles as he glances over to see Brandy, who is heading into the kitchen. “Assume you had a nice evening?” He smiles, taking a sip from his cup.
“Yep, but it was a better morning,” I reply back, winking.
“So, you coming to the party tonight?” he asks, his eyebrow quirked up.
“Yeah, I'll be here around seven.”
“Good. So, what's new with you?” he questions, making light conversation too early in the fucking morning.
“Having some problems with that unit at my building I been trying to get my hands on.” Frustration is thick in my voice.
“Why do you want it anyway?”
“Because once I have it, I'll own the whole building. I plan on gutting the whole thing and remodeling it,” I explain.
“Why don't you just buy a house?” he asks, confused. Lifting his hand, he runs his fingers through his hair, making sure it’s still laying back.
“Because the location of this building is perfect. It is close to here and town, but at the same time it is secluded. It's the only building on the street. No neighbors, quiet.”
“You should have been a hermit,” he calmly states. He’s not wrong, I don’t like people on the best of days. The club is enough for me. Flynn and I go way back. We worked together for the government years ago, but we left when our families needed us. I went back to New York to help my step-father run the club and to also learn about business. Flynn came here to take over the motorcycle club after his father passed. We stayed in touch, talked every week, but about eighteen months ago I could not get a hold of him, so I came down here to find him. I found out the club had been ambushed on a run. Flynn had been shot, took seven bullets, and was in a coma at the hospital. He pulled through but it took a while for him to get back on his feet, and he is still not a hundred percent. I stayed here to look after him, to help him get the club out of the shit they were in that got him hurt in the first place, and I like it here, so I stayed. So far as the club goes, I don't agree wholeheartedly in all their codes or even all the members. There are only five of them I trust, would go into battle with, the rest of them I would have no problem wasting. If I can’t go all in, then I won’t go in at all, that's just how I am.