Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Now, I could laugh about it, but then, it hadn’t been even the least bit funny to see someone abuse my mother.
“I’m sorry, Daniella. I know it’s not easy getting out. You’ve got one more round, right?” Cabe asked hopefully.
My mother was genuinely missed on the force. She was also their spokeswoman, which was probably why he was missing her the most. With my mom gone, he had to be the one who gave any and all statements to the press.
“Yep. Then I’ll be back. Bald, but I’ll be back,” she smiled savagely.
God, I loved my mother.
“Not that this hasn’t been fun, but our men have been locked up for the same amount of time we have, and I’m ready to go the fuck to sleep,” I growled, getting tired of their back and forth.
My mother gave me a reproachful look, but nonetheless made for the exit. “I’ll be getting those boys out, too.”
And with that, we followed her down some dank hallways to a large celled in area.
My eyes widened when I saw the sheer amount of people in there. What’d they do? Arrest the whole damn bar? And how’d they get them all here?
Then I got a look at the other people more closely, and they were a little too rough around the edges to belong to our group.
What probably happened was there were a bunch of drunks they had to move out of the drunk tank and behind bars to accommodate us women, and in the process made the large cell seem much smaller than normal.
The funniest thing was, was that every single one of The Dixie Wardens MC had a seat while the other men stood as far away from them as they could, which was not very far.
Sebastian, Silas, and Dixie were on one bench while Kettle, Grayson, and Cleo were on the other directly across the room. Each had their eyes closed while leaning against the wall, acting for all the world like they were just sitting for a short snooze.
“Alright, boys. Time out’s over,” my mother said, causing all of our men to open their eyes slowly. Then each and every one of them smiled at my mother, causing her to blush red to her roots.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one affected by those grins.
I heard sighs behind me, as well. Even the other female officer that had come to open the cell had a blush covering her face.
Potent stuff, those smiles.
Lethal was more like it.
***
I walked through the door to Grayson’s house, flipping on the light right inside the door.
Then I kicked off my boots as soon as I crossed the threshold, pushing them to the side so he wouldn’t trip over them.
My body was still vibrating from the exhilarating ride on the back of his bike, as well as the hot kiss he’d given me as soon as he’d gotten to me, once the cell had been opened.
Right in front of my mother, who had a Cheshire grin on her face as she unabashedly watched. The woman had no shame!
“Thank fucking Christ. I need a fuckin’ shower,” Grayson said.
He followed behind me, shutting and locking the door before arming the alarm.
“Wouldn’t do having you in prison. There’s no way I’d have sex in that place. You’d be miserable,” I said lightly, tossing a smile over my shoulder.
He scowled. “It wouldn’t have even been an issue if you hadn’t been tossed to the floor by that piece of shit.”
I steered clear of that subject, and instead of commenting, walked into the kitchen where I promptly started to look through Grayson’s fridge.
“Do you want bacon and eggs?” I asked over my shoulder.
He was leaning against the counter, his eyes on my every move.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he answered honestly.
I froze and slowly stood from my bent position. “Umm,” I said, speechless.
He’d never used that kind of vulgarity before, and I kind of liked it.
“Before or after breakfast?” I asked.
He walked forward slowly, before pinning me to the fridge. “Now.”
His hands met my hips, skimming up the inside of my t-shirt, pulling it up as he went.
I lifted my arms, because I was helpful like that, while my core clenched at the look on his face.
Oh, Jesus, but he looked practically savage.
His cheekbones were sharp. Color rose high on his cheeks, and the look in his eyes turned me on more than I’d ever been before.
“Gray…” I started, leaning back slightly.
He followed me, his fingers going to the waistband of my jeans where he viciously ripped the button from the hole, then yanked my jeans to my ankles.
Then I was lifted, one of his arms around my ass, and the other up high around my waist.
My jeans fell from my ankles as he twisted, planting me on the other side of him directly beside the table.
His mouth came down on my neck, and my hands found his hair, clenching in surprise as he wasted no time yanking the cups of my bra down and exposing my nipples to the cool air.
His hot mouth came down slowly, pulling my nipple into his mouth, running the tip of his tongue in circles around the distended bud.
“Oh, shit,” I said when my knees started going weak.
It was embarrassing how quickly the man, currently feasting on my breast, could affect me.
“You taste…” he said roughly, switching to the other breast as the hand not currently cupping my breast went down, sliding swiftly inside my panties.
My core clenched as his large fingers started to work between my legs. His thumb flicking the very tip of my clit with the edge of his fingernail, while the other encircled my entrance, teasing the juices from my pussy.
“Taste like what?” I panted, leaning back against the table and lifting my foot up to the table top to give him easier access.
“Like mine,” he growled as he plunged two fingers in deep.
I screamed, yanking back hard on his hair. Hard enough that he was pulled from my nipple with a loud pop, causing him to grin at me like a lecher.