Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“They’re around somewhere. In that same old building, I hear. But I do my best to avoid them. Things didn’t end well. My old man and I came to blows that ended with his jaw broken. Last I heard, he got hooked on the pain meds they gave him following that. And he and my ma fell down that path.”
“You have nothing to feel guilty for,” she said, thinking I needed that reassurance. “It sounds like he had the fight coming after beating up on his kid. My mom was a piece of shit in many ways, but she didn’t put her hands on me. There’s no excuse for what he did to you. And what your mom did for that matter.”
“Do you still talk to your mom?”
“I occasionally run into her. Or she will try to reach me through different numbers—because I have her blocked—to leave me long, rambling messages about what a terrible daughter I am for cutting her out of my life. As if kids who go no-contact do it for shits and giggles. Anyway, that’s enough of that. What’s the club like? Seems to be lots of partying.”
“It can be, yeah. I have a feeling it will be more and more now. We just added some new prospects. We had been getting to the point before where it was more married guys than single, so the parties were becoming more like small get togethers.”
“Really? They’re married?”
“That surprises you?”
“It doesn’t really fit in with the mental image I have of outlaw bikers, I guess,” she admitted. “Oh, ah, that’s… that’s a suspicious rock formation,” she said, extending a hand, pointing into the water.
“Yeah, baby, that’s not rocks. That’s a gator.”
“A… gator. That’s… ah that’s not great. Shit. He saw us,” she said, voice getting tight. “He’s looking at us. Cato… he’s…” she said, scooting backward, making the kayak wobble ominously.
“Stop moving, or we are going to be in the water with him,” I warned, surprised by her rising hysteria. I mean, she was from the area. She had to have seen a bunch of them in her life.
“Why are you going toward him?” she hissed, scooting backward some more, her ass all but hanging off of the back of her bench. “Turn away. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am delicious. I don’t want him to find out. I told him to turn around!” she called to the gator. “Eat him, okay?” she asked as the alligator pushed off the bank and started to swim.
It must have startled her, because she scooted back with a squeal, landing on her ass right between my feet, not realizing that he was swimming away from us.
“You are, by the way,” I said, unable to force my smile into a straight line when she tipped her head back to look up at me.
“I am what? A big baby about alligators?” she asked.
“Delicious,” I told her, watching as she tried to keep the smile in, but it was useless. “No,” I snapped when she tried to pull herself up, making the kayak rock side to side. “Stay where you are now,” I demanded.
“For what? The rest of the ride?” she asked, eyes narrowing.
“We’re almost at our destination now. Just another five minutes or so,” I told her.
That seemed to placate her as she settled against my thigh.
Or so I thought.
Apparently, she had other things in mind as she slowly turned just enough to rub her hand over the crotch of my jeans.
Then reach up toward my fly as my cock stiffened immediately in response to her. Hell, I swear all I had to do was look at her to be half-hard.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she reached into my pants, pulling out my cock, and holding it in her hand as she smirked up at me, her eyes heated, before she was sucking me into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock slid in.
I immediately forgot all about the paddle in my hand as she started to suck me off. Slow at first, then a little faster, careful not to move too much and rock the kayak.
“You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth,” I growled, settling the paddle across my waist, then reaching out to grab her hair, moving it out of the way, so I could watch her work me.
“If you don’t stop,” I said, forcing myself to start moving the kayak again, “I’m going to come down your throat, and then you won’t get to feel me inside you again,” I reminded her.
She made a grumbling sound that vibrated around my cock. But then she slowly released me as I picked up the pace.
I saw the destination in the distance.
It wasn’t much.
But it was a place for us to go, move around a little, sit and eat in peace without worrying about falling into the water.