Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Shit.
Yeah. She wouldn’t be down for that.
I slid into bed with her anyway, because she hadn’t been through enough. I tugged her into my body, wrapping my arm around her. Her corset had ridden up, leaving a thin strip of flesh across her stomach. I found myself stroking it, wondering what it would feel like to run my cockhead across that smooth skin. Em squirmed, stretching forward in her sleep. This pushed her ass back into my crotch, which was both the best and worst sensation I’d ever experienced in my life.
Then she stiffened and I heard her breathing change.
“Good morning,” I said quietly.
“Crap, this really happened, didn’t it?” she asked, and her voice sounded small and soft. She was only a few years younger than me, but that softness reminded me just how different our lives had been. Compared to her, I was an old man.
“Yeah, it really happened,” I told her, sniffing her hair. Flowers. “I’ll meet with your dad today, see if he’s found Toke. Maybe end this whole thing before it gets any worse.”
She made a little noise, a sort of hopeless moan that she immediately cut off. Shit. She hadn’t faked that. Either Toke really was in the wind, or she knew the Reapers wouldn’t give him up, even to save a couple of their women. If the whole club decided to take a stand, probably wasn’t much Hayes would be able to do.
I rubbed her stomach again, and she shifted back into me restlessly. Very nice. Skid’s warning that I needed to hurt her ran through my head, but maybe I could touch her just a little more, first. I promised myself I wouldn’t actually fuck her, which made it okay, right?
It wasn’t because I have morals. Hell, it wasn’t even because I knew she deserved better. I just wasn’t sure I’d be able to give her up once I’d felt that tight cunt squeezing down around my dick. Wars have been fought for less, and now I understood why. But seeing as we’d already fooled around once, I figured a little more playtime wouldn’t really change much in the long run … In fact, it would make the betrayal even worse. I’d be doing it for her own good.
I slid my fingers under the top button of her jeans.
“What are you doing?” she murmured, her voice sleepy.
“Makin’ you feel better.”
Em muttered something, but I couldn’t tell what it was and she didn’t try to stop me when I popped open the button. Then my fingers slid down the zipper and my hand slipped inside.
She was wet already.
Nice.
Had she been dreaming about me? Hell, maybe she’d been dreaming about someone else. If so, I needed to kill the motherfucker ASAP. She shifted her legs as my fingers found her clit, sliding past it to dip inside and collect some of that sweet moisture. Then I found that sensitive spot again and circled it, teasing.
“I hate you.”
“I know you do, babe,” I whispered. “If it makes you feel better, you can pretend you have a choice.”
“Do I?”
I considered the question.
“We always have a choice,” I said finally, and for some crazy reason my foster father’s face popped into my head—the way it’d looked right before I’d killed him.
The fuck?
“Are we going to have sex?” she asked, breaking through my twisted thoughts.
“Do you want to?”
It satisfied the hell out of me that she had to think about it. Then she shook her head.
“No, I want someone better than you for my first,” she said firmly. Fair enough.
“Let’s compromise,” I replied. “How ’bout I get you off. I can feel how much you want it.”
I circled her clit again for emphasis, and Em shuddered.
“Unlock me and take off your pants,” she demanded.
I burst out laughing.
“You’re supposed to be a little more subtle about seducing me into letting you go.”
“I’m not really good with subtle,” she said. “How’s this … You want to get me off, right?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Do you want my hand on your dick while you do it?”
I swallowed.
“What do you think?”
“Here’s the thing …” she whispered. “I won’t pretend that getting away from here isn’t a high priority. But you can feel for yourself how wet I am for you.”
My finger twitched on her clit and she shivered.
“So,” she continued. “It’s your call—is it worth the risk to find out whether I’m messing with you? I’m sure a big, bad biker man like you is more than capable of defending himself from me. You’ve already proven how much stronger you are.”
She wiggled her butt as she spoke, cradling my cock between those tight cheeks. Hell yeah, it was worth the risk—and you’ll be shocked to learn the little head made that particular call. I’m not an idiot—I knew she was playing games with me.
I just didn’t care.