Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Her gaze was drawn back to Doom. She watched the woman moan. From the position of Doom’s mouth, he was tongue-fucking her into an orgasm.
Arden didn’t move a muscle, and not because she was afraid someone would take it as a sign that she wanted to join in, but because watching them had brought out some dark need inside of her that had her wanting to clench her thighs at the desire burning out of control, which was dampening her panties.
She was about to jerk her eyes away when they were caught by Doom’s. His eyes bore into hers as he tongue fucked the woman into a screaming orgasm. When the woman quit moaning, Doom raised his head with a final long swirl of his tongue on her clit, bringing another small scream from her. Removing the woman’s thighs from around his shoulders, he lifted the woman back into a sitting position on the bar. He then stepped away from the bar and disappeared from sight.
With the show over, people around the bar started moving away.
Grabbing the pans and lids from the bar, Arden made a beeline for the door.
“You need some help with that?” Burn asked as she came outside.
“No, thanks. I have them.”
The cool air allowed her to get her traitorous body back under control. How could she have felt anything but disgust at being a bystander to that sexual act taking place just inches away from her?
She opened the trunk and set the pans inside. Concern at her unexpected reaction had her slamming the trunk down angrily. She didn’t judge anyone how they enjoyed sex, but nearly having her own orgasm by just watching, had her furious at herself.
When she walked to side of the car, she came to an abrupt stop.
As if the night hadn’t been full enough with turmoil, the fates had decided to add more rubble to the heap in her life. She couldn’t catch a break if it was a mile long and was wearing a catcher’s glove.
“Could be worse,” she muttered out loud.
Her normal optimism went into an imaginary dumpster for her to set on fire. Tomorrow, she would return to her normal self. Until she made it home, it was time to let the bitch in her come out to play.
CHAPTER 17
THE KISS
“Dammit.” Swearing, she went back to the trunk.
She had a flat tire. This morning, she had noticed it was low and had stopped to get air. Regretting not getting Rocco to take a look at it when she was the restaurant, she lifted the pans out and set them on the back seat before she took out her spare tire and leaned it against the side of the car before getting the jack. Then, sliding the two pieces of the jack together, she slid it under the car to jack it up.
“Need some help?”
“No,” she told Doom curtly.
Pulling down on the metal lever, she started jacking the car up.
“Move. I’ll do it.”
Arden felt Doom’s jeans brush against her arm.
“I told you I don’t—”
Finding herself lifted off her knees and placed to the side had her glaring at Doom as he bent down to change the tire. As she imagined herself giving him a karate chop to the back of his neck, she glared at him.
“If I needed help, I could have asked Burn. What made you come outside, anyway? Shouldn’t you be busy with Celeste?”
Doom clenched his jaw. “Burn texted me you had a flat.”
Arden looked toward the club door to see Burn was watching.
“He could have changed it himself if it bothered him I was doing it,” she said with snark.
Using the lug wrench next to the jack, Doom started taking off the nuts then pulled the tire off. “Whoever is guarding the door can’t leave it unguarded without permission. He asked for permission, and I told him I would do it.” He slid the spare tire on and started twisting the nuts back on.
“I didn’t take you for a gentleman. Damn, I guess it’s true you learn something new every day.”
After cranking the car back down, Doom released the jack. He carried the tools and flat tire to the open trunk, where he set them inside before shutting the trunk.
“Thanks,” she snapped, turning to open the driver’s door.
She grasped air as she was jerked around until her back was against the door and Doom was towering over her.
“What’s the matter, doll? I get your pussycat in an uproar?”
Her mouth dropped open. No man had ever talked to her that way before.
“Jerk!” Putting her hands out, she tried to shove him away. He didn’t budge.
When he lowered his head and nuzzled her neck, Arden couldn’t help the tingles that shot down her spine.
“Don’t blame me you’re hot and bothered. If you hadn’t been such a scaredy cat when you watched me with that woman, we would be in my room, and you would be the one my mouth would be on.”