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)
“I’ve got you, baby. And we got that asshole. We’ll get to the bottom of this, and I swear I’ll keep you safe.”
“You don’t think all my accidents were accidents. Do you.” She made it a statement because I was sure she had come to the same conclusion I had.
“No, baby. Not now. But we’re fixin’ to find out for sure.” I pulled back and kissed her softly to the catcalls of everyone around us in the bar. Cotton blushed but just flipped everyone off. Which got more laughter. So she kissed me. This time with feeling.
When we parted, we were both breathing heavily, and I had a hard on from hell. She smiled up at me. “Do you want me to stay here with the girls?”
“Only if you want to. I’m going back to the clubhouse for the interrogation. You can stay here where there are brothers looking out for you and the other women, or I can take you back with me. But you’ll be at the clubhouse. I’m not leaving you at our house alone until this is settled.”
A coldness filled Cotton’s eyes. It wasn’t a look I’d seen before. This woman I could absolutely believe was a killer. Not indiscriminately, but a woman who’d protect her family at all costs. If that meant killing a motherfucker, so be it.
“I want to go with you, Chase. And I want the chance to look that bastard in the eyes. I want to know who it is and why he did it.”
“Can’t promise you that, baby. But I’ll ask Cain. He’s made exceptions in the past. Maybe he’ll do it again.”
“I’ll ask him myself,” Cotton said with a lift of her chin. If it was possible for my dick to get any harder, I think it did right then.
“Fuck, you’re fierce,” I whispered. “Gonna have to fuck you soon. See if you fuck as hard as that look in your eyes promises.”
“I do,” she said, her expression never changing. “But only you.”
“Come on. Let’s get the fuck outa here.”
We rode back to the compound, but when I would have turned to pull through the gate, Cotton tapped my shoulder and pointed on down the road. I wanted to get back for the interrogation, but I also wanted to give Cotton anything she wanted. Given that she intended to ask Cain to allow her entry as well, I knew this was important or she wouldn’t be diverting us.
I drove a little way down the one lane road. We were well past where anyone else would be in our path and the narrow, paved road turned into an even more narrow graveled road. There was a section of land on the shoulder that was perfect for a picnic. Cotton and I had stopped there many times and I assumed that was where she wanted to stop.
Pulling over, I shut down the bike and looked back over my shoulder at her. Cotton took off her helmet and dismounted. She moved closer to the little creek that meandered down through the woods and pulled off her T-shirt. Then stepped out of her jeans and panties. I watched in fascination as she removed her bra and stood there in only her shoes and bare skin.
She shook out her long, white-blonde hair, standing there with a challenging look on her face. One hand drifted down her body to her sex, her fingers dipping through her folds. She pulled them away and they gleamed in the fading sunlight.
I got off my bike, removing my shirt as I did so, and stalked toward her on a mission to get those fucking fingers in my mouth. Before I got my tongue in her pussy.
When I was three steps away, she stuck her fingers in her mouth, closing her eyes in bliss like it was the greatest fucking thing she’d ever tasted.
“That was mine,” I growled. My anger, fear, and aggression were rising inside me. I had the feeling Cotton knew exactly what she was doing. Probably had the same feelings inside her I did, needing to get out.
“Then you should have taken it,” she bit out, lunging for me. She grabbed the back of my neck and fused her lips to mine in a brutal kiss.
I’d never seen Cotton this way. She was always content to let me lead, but this was different. She needed something and I was helpless to do anything but give it to her.
Her fingers went to the button of my jeans where she unfastened them and shoved her hand down the front. She cupped and squeezed my cock, stroking me until I was mad with wanting her.
Cotton looked up at me, an almost maniacal gleam in her eyes. “You need me,” she said in a silky purr, belying her fierce expression.
“Not like this, Cotton.” It took all my restraint to answer her. The second the words left my lips, I knew they were a lie. So did Cotton.