Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
After more than a decade of incarceration, loneliness, and bitter anger, Curly finally gained the freedom he’d had stolen from him. It was something he’d never take for granted and couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to live his second chance at life than with Brooke at his side.
EPILOGUE
STRONG ARMS CAME around her waist a second before Brooke’s favorite pair of lips found her neck.
“Mmm.” She tilted her head to give Curly better access. He obliged, kissing his way up to her jaw before nipping at her earlobe.
“Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?” he whispered against her ear.
Warmth filled her. “At least ten times.”
“It’s not enough. You look incredible. I’ve been fucking hard since the moment you walked in here.” His hard-on rubbed against her back, emphasizing his statement.
She turned her head to meet his gaze. “That was hours ago.”
“Trust me, I know.” With a grunt, he kissed her long and deep.
That was all it took to turn her on. She’d never had so much sex in her life. Ever since Curly moved in with her a few days after the incident with Evan, they’d been going at it like rabbits. She couldn’t get enough of the man.
With a sassy grin, she spun in his arms until their chest’s pressed together. He interlaced his hands at the base of her spine and kissed her as he walked them toward the room that would be his new office once construction on the farmhouse finished.
“Need to show you something,” he growled against her lips.
With a giggle, she allowed herself to be led. “Pretty sure I’ve already seen it. This morning, actually.”
He playfully growled and nipped at her lips, making her laugh. Never before had she felt so bright and free to be exactly who she was. Curly seemed to feel the same. Since confessing their feelings, he also had a lightness about him he reserved only for her.
She loved that side of him. The fun, lighthearted side most didn’t get to experience.
Also the sweet side. He had one a mile wide when it came to her and her alone.
“Where the hell are you two going?” a man yelled into the crowded clubhouse. From head to toe, the man was covered in ink and had a snarky personality that had her in stitches seconds after meeting him.
Maverick. His name was Maverick. The entire Hell’s Handlers club from Tennessee had come down for the weekend to celebrate the inception of a new chapter of their club. The guys had been partying for days and, man, could those boys put away some liquor.
“I have something I need my woman to take care of,” Curly hollered back, making her eyes flare wide. “It’s pretty hard so it might take a few minutes.”
“Curly!” she said with a laugh as he attacked her neck again.
Within seconds they were in his office, behind a closed door and he was pressing her against that door. Even fully clothed, the feel of his muscular body plastered to hers got her going in a way nothing ever had before.
“Fucking love this easy access,” he said into the curve of her neck as he trailed his fingers up her thighs and under her denim miniskirt. This was the first time he’d seen her in anything other than shorts, yoga pants, and hang-around clothes. His eyes had nearly fallen from his head when she strutted into the farmhouse wearing heels, a skirt, and a low-cut tank.
He’d gawked at her like she was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen despite her forty-one-year-old body. Best part about it was how he made her feel like she was the most attractive woman on the planet and there wasn’t much of a better feeling than knowing she was desired by the man she loved.
“This is gonna be quick and dirty.” His hot mouth sucked at her collar bone, making her knees weak.
“Love it that way,” she said on a gasp as he yanked her panties aside.
“I know you do.” He took her mouth in a scorching kiss.
Each time his lips found hers, butterflies exploded in her stomach. Instead of fading, the hunger she had for him seemed to grow by the day. Being so deeply connected to him on an emotional and mental level took their physical connection to levels she’d only read about in books.
As he ravaged her mouth, he fumbled with the zipper on his jeans. The second she heard the clicking stop, she shoved his pants over his ass and grabbed the smooth, muscular skin.
He hiked up one of her legs and drove into her without needing guidance. They were so in sync.
Brooke shouted when he bottomed out inside her.
“Shhh,” he said with an arrogant smirk. “Lots of people partying out there.”
“The music is super loud. No one can hear me,” she said as he thrust deep making her moan loudly.