Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Finally, his gaze refocuses and he gently releases me, settling his battle marked body to the side, but still with a leg over mine. “Fuck,” he whispers.
“Yeah, no kidding,” I can only reply.
22
BLADE
Beneath me, Faith’s face and chest are flushed red as she catches her breath. She’s so fucking gorgeous—naked and in my bed. If I could, I’d fuck her all over for the first time, just to feel this again. Her soft skin in my hands, my cock deep in her wet cunt, her full lips panting for air…
I’m so fucked.
I’ve never even been tempted to mess around with anyone who can’t handle the sort of shit we see every day. It’s a recipe for heartache, and even though I know my reputation, I’m not a machine. I tried not to notice, and then I tried not to care.
But when Faith rolls over and into my side, I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close as she burrows into my chest like I’m her fucking teddy bear. And I don’t fucking hate it.
“You okay?” I slide my fingers up and down her spine, which makes her shiver and press in closer.
“Oh, now you care?” She laughs softly, her amazing, soft body shaking in my arms.
“What’s that supposed to fucking mean?”
Faith’s whole body stiffens. “I was just kidding…”
Shit. “I’m an asshole.”
She holds up her fingers, spacing them apart a tiny bit. “Maybe a little.”
I swat her ass for it.
“Ow!”
“Respect, little girl.”
“Can I… Can I ask you a question?”
“All you do is ask questions.” Tired but not really mad, I pull her closer, pressing her soft body into mine so I can feel every curve she’s got.
With a fingertip, she traces the thick scar across my chest, the remnant of a machete of all things. For once I met someone with a bigger fucking knife. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“All of it.”
We lie there quietly, her waiting for my answer and me not wanting to give it, or even where to start. I listen to her breathing. Slow and steady, but I don’t think she’s asleep, even though it’s fucking late.
“What about you? I know something happened before you and your mom ran. That’s why you’re so jumpy, right?”
“No fair turning the tables.” She snaps her finger against my chest hard enough to sting.
“Call it my price of admission.”
“If I talk, you have to promise to hold me.” She wraps her leg around my thigh like she’s afraid I’m going to push her away.
“Done.”
She nods against me, then draws a deep breath. “I never knew why it happened. Maybe Dad knows, but he never told me if he does. Some kind of internal thing in the Pit Vipers.”
“That club was a shitshow even back then,” I grumble. “I started getting in trouble as soon as my balls dropped, so it seemed like a perfect match when I was seventeen. I thought that was what an MC was supposed to be like. Raw, brutal, full of pussy and some new fucking brand of chaos every day. I knew your dad back then, but the higher ups didn’t pay much attention to us unless we fucked up enough to catch their notice.” She waits for me to continue, but I shake my head. “Nope. Your story.”
“I remember Mom checking who it was and telling me to go to my room. I could tell something was wrong, you know?” She shivers, and I pull her closer, lending her my warmth.
“You don’t have to do this. I’m not that much of a dick. We can sleep instead. Or fuck.”
She laughs into chest. “No, we made a deal. My story for yours.”
Faith draws a breath, then continues. “I hid up the stairs, so I heard when they forced the door open. I think Mom was trying to call Dad, but they smashed her phone. They were yelling and laughing at her, so I tried to help. They were wearing masks, so I didn’t recognize them, but they were Vipers so I didn’t know to be afraid right away. When they saw me, they laughed, and one grabbed me. Mom screamed, and I managed to nail him in the nuts.”
“Good girl.”
She snickers. “I know it’s wrong, but Dad always taught me to go for the weak spots.”
“Wrong? No fucking way. When it’s life or death, rules don’t fucking matter. There are no honorable corpses.”
“Yeah, well, he dropped me and I screamed. That’s when the other guy backhanded me across the room. I knocked my head against the wall and things got fuzzy after that. They taped me up and tossed me out of the way. I could still hear it though.”
“Did they…” I have plenty of blood on my hands, but none of it belongs to women or children.
“No,” she says softly. “But they messed her up pretty bad. I don’t know what would’ve happened if Dad hadn’t come home. We both had bruises for weeks, and I ended up losing two baby teeth.” Faith grunts. “You’re squeezing too hard.”