Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Problem solved. The endearing pet name and sweetly muttered request was always going to be his downfall. He complied, opening his mouth. He no longer had a choice. If this was his end, he’d die remembering the allure in Dev’s blue stare.
Dev placed a small tablet on his tongue. Cash didn’t want to close his mouth. Dev’s hypnotic mouth opened, angling his head as he lifted to sweep his tongue forward. He drove deep inside Cash’s mouth.
The pill easily dissolved with the unique taste of baby aspirin. His biker wasn’t trying to drug him. The staggering relief allowed him to see the honesty in Dev’s seduction techniques. As Cash’s hands came to Dev’s hips, a strong palm cupped the back of his head. Dev’s fingers threaded into his hair, holding Cash in place as he devoured him.
The kiss intensified until Dev was fucking his mouth by way of his tongue. That strong, sexy body ground against his, rutting there for the entire club to see.
Cash’s restraint broke. This was all Cash had wanted for days. He closed his eyes and let himself just feel every inch of Dev’s desire. The deep tangle of their tongues and clicking of their teeth, a show of dominance and tempting promise of more to come. With both of his palms, he gripped Dev’s ass, driving his hard-as-stone cock against Dev’s.
As quickly as the kiss started, Dev wrenched away. His mouth tried to follow Dev’s, wanting more as the biker gripped his hand tightly again. A dazed Cash found himself being dragged behind Dev, taking long strides toward the clubhouse.
“About fuckin’ time,” Daphne, the only woman there who’d introduced herself and spent time talking to Cash, yelled after them, humor lacing every word. “Dev’s been eye fuckin’ you since y’all got here. Ride, cowboy, ride.” She was loud and brash, certain to have turned the heads of anyone not paying attention.
Cash did his best to commit the interior of the clubhouse to his lust-filled brain. An enormous wooden bar with every type of liquor bottle on top took up most of the room along the back wall. The surface was old, scratched, and dated. Apparently, tonight was a serve yourself free-for-all. No bartender in sight.
The rest of the large space had black leather sofas, loveseats, and sturdy chairs that had all seen better days. The various stages of undress and sexual activity currently taking place on the furniture and even the floor were a shock to his senses. Not quite an orgy, but it wouldn’t take much to get there.
Dev stepped over the legs of a brother lying on top of a woman. Cash just couldn’t bring himself to call her a club whore. They were going at it hard if the groans and grunts meant anything.
“Get up,” Dev said and grabbed the jeans gathered around the ankles of another club member, tossing the lower half of his body to the side so they could walk past.
Dev used leverage to swing Cash forward, busting a quick move. Cash twisted, Dev’s strong palm pushed him down to the sofa. Dev was so captivating. He didn’t give Cash a second to adjust his body before straddling his thighs, coming down directly on top of him. A mischievous grin lit Dev’s face as he smiled down at him. Dev reached for his nipple, giving it a hard squeeze. The sensation sprinted through his balls, straight to his cock.
“You ready to become my bitch?” The words were said loudly for all to hear as if this was some sort of rite of passage in their relationship. “That means I’m gonna fuck that perfect ass right here until I’ve had enough. Put my claim on you in front of my brothers. I’ll own you. You ready for that, pretty boy?”
Oh hell yes. He liked those words more than he should. Cash splayed his hands across Dev’s thighs, squeezing the muscles to tug Dev down hard on top of him. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock into Dev’s jean-covered ass. It seemed to be answer enough.
The devilish grin held Cash mesmerized as Dev tantalized him in his slow descent, pulling a grin from him seconds before their mouths came together again. This time, Dev wasn’t demanding. He was sensual and sexy. That velvety tongue lapped across his. Cash’s eyelids closed, and he settled back on the sofa.
Dev’s body weight fully relaxed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Dev, pushing his hands underneath the T-shirt’s hem. Dev shrugged out of the cut, carelessly letting it fall away. He reached around to the clasp of his surveillance necklace, easily breaking it free then tossing it on top of the cut. The kiss continued. Dev ate at Cash’s mouth as if he were a special treat. His biker acted as if he couldn’t get enough. Cash pushed the T-shirt up, needing skin on skin contact. Regretfully, he had to break from the sweet kiss as he brought the T-shirt over Dev’s head.