Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
After a few long moments of this, I suddenly found myself picked up then face down on his desk.
“The door,” I said, hearing the song change as he ripped my jeans down over my ass.
I looked up at the door nervously, trying to recall whether I’d locked it or not.
But that was quickly forgotten when the drawer beside my hips opened and I heard the distinct crinkle of a condom wrapper. The sight of him sliding it down his hard length wiped all thoughts of whether or not the door was locked right out of my mind.
My shirt was quickly shoved up over my shoulders and was now pooling around my neck. I felt his cock brush against me as it lined up with my entrance right before he slammed inside.
“You didn’t care about the door earlier when you were trying to use your mouth on me to get me to talk. Don’t worry about it now, either,” he ordered, pushing his length in and out of me so forcefully that I was fairly sure my hips would be bruised in the morning where they were connecting with the edge of the desk.
My head fell forward until my forehead was resting against the large calendar on his desk that had Silas’ manly scrawl scratched all over it.
My breasts were rubbing deliciously against the edge of the calendar, making my nipples pebble and harden with each thrust.
“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling my orgasm start to build.
Silas growled.
Then the door opened.
I looked up into the startled face of some woman I’d never met before in my life, mouth open as my orgasm crashed through me.
My eyes closed of their own volition, and I vaguely heard Silas’ snap at the woman, but I was too engrossed in the way my orgasm was poured over me like warm, melted butter to care about anyone else.
My hands clenched the edge of the desk, and my toes curled in my ballet flats.
My head turned so I could breathe, and my stomach muscles started to burn.
Silas grunted loudly behind me, and his thrusts became even rougher until he stilled.
His cock started to pulse and jump inside of me, and the hands on my hips clenching them so roughly that I knew I’d be sporting bruises there.
I was coming down off a high from an orgasm that nearly converted my religion to anything that worshipped Silas Mackenzie as a God, so I didn’t really care that I’d looked like a trauma victim at that moment in time.
“Told you,” I said after long moments.
“Told me what, darlin’?” He asked.
My eyes were heavy as I said, “That we should’ve locked that door.”
He laughed as he pulled out of me, and I stayed where I was draped over the top of his desk.
“You know,” he said. “I already have a hard enough time thinking about you when I’m working. Now all I’ll be able to think about is you bent over the desk.”
I laughed and stood, my vagina deliciously sore from Silas’ rough use.
“I can’t say that that bothers me,” I admitted, bending down to pull my pants back up and over my bare flesh.
He watched me as he threaded the belt back through the loops of his jeans, then reached for the gun that’d been next to my face the entire time we’d been doing the dirty.
He placed it back at the small of his back, then tightened the belt down.
“You’re gonna have to not hug men until I can get my ring on your finger,” he ordered.
My mouth dropped opened.
“And when will that be?” I asked a tad hysterically.
I wasn’t even getting into the fact that one of the men I hugged was his son.
His married son. And the other man had just returned from deployment.
He winked. “When I want it to be.”
With that, he left out the door, only looking back at me to offer me a grin.
Shit head.
Wondering if he expected me to follow, I did so, albeit a lot more slowly than he’d left.
When I made it into the main room he was talking to Sterling and Sebastian.
His eyes followed my movement through the crowd, and I glared at him, causing a smile to quirk up the corner of his lips.
“What’s that look for?” Ruthie asked as took a seat in the seat next to her.
“Silas annoys me,” I told her.
The other women at the table froze.
“What?” I asked them.
“Nothing,” Viddy said. “It’s just that Silas’ is so nice to everyone, even if he is a little scary. I can’t see how he’d annoy you.”
I rolled my eyes.
The women of The Dixie Wardens MC thought Silas walked on water.
He didn’t.
Chapter 21
He’s got the pole, I’ve got the bobbers!
-T-shirt
Sawyer
“Yo,” a man yelled over the loud speaker. “Time to fight!”
I pursed my lips and turned to find everyone crowding around the ring where Silas and the man named Stone were warming up.
Silas handed his beer over the ropes to a woman standing there, and I suddenly had the irrational urge to go yank it out of her hands.
She didn’t deserve to hold his beer!
“Whoa, tiger. What’s got you so riled up?” Viddy asked.
“That woman standing next to the ring, the one who just took Silas’ beer. Who is she?” I asked.
Viddy’s eyes turned in that direction, but it was Adeline who answered me.
“That’s Tattie. She’s a…’hanger on,’ I guess you’d say,” Adeline answered.
“Hmm,” I said. “Has she slept with Silas?”
The table quieted. “Umm, we don’t know. Silas is very discreet about his relationships. I couldn’t tell you if he has or hasn’t.”
“Hmmm,” I said, getting out of my seat and walking towards the ring without another word to them.
I wasn’t used to being irrational.
The only man I’d ever dated I really didn’t care about all that much.
Hell, Isaac had slept with, and impregnated, another woman while we were supposed to be together, and I hadn’t reacted with so much as a ‘fuck you.’
But Silas handing his beer over to some chick dressed in a strapless dress and hooker shoes made me practically homicidal.