Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Like a geyser, I exploded, the latex the only barrier between us. It was necessary, but I cursed it. I wanted Cotton to me mine in every fucking way possible. If she got pregnant, so much the better. She’d stay with me because she had no other choice. But I’d done the right thing and protected her.
Right. Like I wasn’t regretting that now.
It took long moments before I was able to catch my breath. Cotton still looked up at me with that adorable bemused expression on her face.
“Did that just happen?” Her question was asked softly, her smile growing wider. That expression like she thought I hung the moon growing with each passing second.
“Yeah, baby. That happened.” I groaned and rolled off her, taking her with me. “Give me a second and I’ll get us cleaned up.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Good word for it.”
“No other way to describe that.” She snuggled into my side, her thigh sliding up mine possessively as she clung to my shoulder.
“Do you hurt? You’re incredibly tight.”
“It burns a little, but in a good way.”
“Want a soak in the tub? Might ease any discomfort.”
She looked up at me, suddenly unsure. “I don’t…”
“Room enough for both of us if you don’t mind me with you.” When her expression relaxed, I knew I’d said the right thing. She was insecure about her place with me and what she was allowed to do or ask. That had to change, but it was completely up to me to make sure she was comfortable enough with me to tell me what she wanted.
“Good.” I grinned at her, giving her one more kiss. “Just give me a minute. You wore me out.”
Her laughter was delighted and maybe just a touch relieved. “You did me, too.”
“Gonna have to build my stamina if I’m gonna keep up with my younger woman. I’m an old man.”
“You can’t be more than thirty-five or so.” She raised up to look at me. “That’s definitely not old.”
“Thirty-eight,” I said. “And it’s not. But you’re still the young chick craving sex.” I rolled over, burying my face in her neck and shaking my head, letting my beard tickle her. She shrieked and squirmed, trying to get away, but continuing to laugh. “That’s what I thought. Come on. Let me get rid of this fuckin’ condom, then we’ll soak for a while.”
“Thank you, Chase. That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.”
Watching Cotton smile would never get old. “You never have to thank me for loving you, honey. It was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had, too.” I kissed her gently, then we went to the bathroom to clean up.
Chapter Six
Cotton
The next few weeks were filled with so many activities it made my head swim. My favorites included swimming, movies, and, oddly, cooking. But, by far, my most favorite thing of all was riding Chase’s bike. OK, so I didn’t ride it by myself. I rode behind Chase while he took me all over the state. We took the interstates and bigger roads, and it was like flying!
Always, he had at least four of his brothers with us. I’d learned that was how they thought of the members of their club. They were brothers and sisters. Even the ol’ ladies were called their sisters. It wasn’t just a name either. They treated each other like I imagined a close, loving family would treat each other. Chase was right. I’d found my home.
Also, Chase and Carnage had decided I needed to learn how to drive. While in my previous life it had been something I’d been eager to attain, now I was more than a little nervous. I soon got the hang of it, though. Before I knew it, I’d been driving all over the Bones compound running errands inside the property for anyone who needed something. I was having the time of my life. I felt like a kid, taking every opportunity I could to drive and pretending I was out on the open road, looking forward to the time I could actually leave home and go anywhere in the city I wanted to. Even though Chase wanted me to take some more time to practice before I took my actual driving test, I occasionally snuck out on my own. Just to experience driving on the open road by myself.
The first time I’d done it, Chase had actually spanked me. Which I’d enjoyed more than he’d intended. That had led to some explosive sex, which he told me would never happen again. I’d smirked, knowing that wasn’t something he could deny either of us no matter how stern he looked. The club mechanic, Tool, had given me a little lime green Fiesta. It was the one Chase had insisted I learn on because, as he put it, it was safe, but was something no one would miss if it disappeared. I got the feeling a lime green Fiesta wasn’t the sort of car an MC wanted parked in front of the clubhouse. As evidenced by the fact they’d kept it in the very back corner of the garage. With a tarp over it. With a sign that said, “Do Not Remove Tarp.”