Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
She moaned, meeting my thrust. I ripped my lips from hers, leaning up to let my eyes meet her dark ones. “Woman, I’m trying to fucking drag this out with you. I want to take my time.”
She shook her head at me, reaching up to run her hands over my inked skin. My body shuddered under her touch, my eyes closing as I relished in the sensation of her touching me. I’d been dying for this for years, and I finally had it.
“I’m okay,” she told me, her voice sure and confident. I snapped my eyes open to meet hers. “I trust you. I never realized how much until now, but I do.”
“Fuck, baby,” I growled. “You deserve more than for me to just slide in you like this.”
She shook her head. “Some other time,” she told me. I just stared down at her. I was conflicted. Fuck, I wanted to be inside of her so goddamn bad, but she deserved more than this.
“Please,” she begged me.
That plea—it was my goddamn undoing.
I grabbed my cock in my hand and aligned it with her slit, nudging inside the slightest bit. “You’re sure?” I asked her. She nodded at me, closing her eyes. “Words, baby. I need fucking words.”
“Yes, Ink,” she told me, those beautiful eyes locking on mine again. “Make me yours.”
I clenched my jaw. “You know what that entails, Jessie. You’re my old lady. There’s no fucking running from me,” I reminded her. “My name goes on your skin.”
She swallowed thickly but bravely nodded her head. “I know.”
I leaned down and molded my lips to hers as I sank deep inside of her.
The sexiest moan I’d ever heard in my life fell from her lips as I slid inside of her. “Ink.” She whimpered my name, her legs wrapping around my hips. “Oh, fuck.”
“I know, my girl. Fuck, you feel like heaven.” I nipped at her shoulder, pressing my lips to that same spot afterward to soothe the skin.
And then, I claimed Jessie as mine.
“Ink, brother, you’re late,” I heard Joey’s voice call through Jessie’s bedroom door.
I grunted. Jessie released a small whine of protest at being woken up. We hadn’t gone to sleep until almost four this morning. Neither of us had been able to get enough of each other.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’m coming, Prez,” I called back. I leaned over Jessie and pressed my lips to her cheek. “Get some more rest, baby.”
“Mhm,” she mumbled, already falling back asleep.
Perfection.
I walked over to her dresser to my single, measly drawer in her room. I kept clothes in here for the nights that I stayed in here with her and had to use her shower the next morning. And yeah, I needed a shower, but I didn’t have time. I was late for fucking church, and that was a bad fucking look for the VP.
Guess I was smelling like sweat and pussy for a while.
I pulled on jeans and a plain white t-shirt and shrugged on a dry, spare cut. After stuffing my feet into my boots, I quietly left the room, making sure to close her door back behind me.
Joey arched a single eyebrow at me as I stepped into the chapel with a cup of coffee in my hands that Elaina had handed me before I walked in here.
Joey’s woman was a fucking blessing most mornings.
“Sorry,” I grunted as I dropped into my VP chair to Joey’s left. I held the coffee to my face, inhaling the scent of it. I looked up at Joey who was watching me with amusement. “Your woman needs to be paid for the good-ass coffee she makes.”
He laughed and shook his head. “River is sending Sam and a couple of his other guys here to pick up a shipment of guns from us. Hand-off is at two tonight.” He looked over at me. “I need you, Whiler, and Kyle to go make sure everything goes smoothly. Sam prefers dealing with you over anyone else sitting at this table,” he reminded me.
Sam was a right fucking asshole when he wanted to be, but he made a damn good VP for River, so I held respect for the man. And overall, he was a decent guy. His morals were just a hell of a lot different from most men I knew.
I just grunted as I closed my eyes. I was used to functioning on little to no sleep, but damn, I really could use a couple more hours.
“Ink, brother, is there somewhere else you’d rather be?” Roger asked me. I opened one eye to look at him. He was glaring at me.
Someone was in a fucking mood.
“Yeah, with my fucking woman, still sleeping,” I growled at him. I set my coffee down and pointed my finger at him. “Fucking watch yourself, asshole, or I’ll fucking remind you of your goddamn place in this club,” I warned him.