Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
We’d be riding later, and I didn’t want to look like the odd duck out.
I still wasn’t completely convinced of the safety of motorcycles, but I’d do it.
Today would likely be my last ride.
At least for the next nine months.
I’d found out at work today that I was pregnant.
I’d suspected it, of course, but I’d been too chicken to test.
Hannah had done that for me today, drawing my blood and running it through the lab.
The wait had been horrible, but I now had my suspicions confirmed, and I’d be telling Ridley the moment I saw him.
Leaving my clothes on the bathroom counter, I walked down the hall until it turned.
I listened, wondering where everyone was, when I came to the final hallway that led to the gym.
I came to an abrupt halt when I saw three women crowded around a door, all of them looking in on what was going on on the other side.
“Uhhh,” I said. “What are y’all doing?”
None of them turned, but Lenore, Griffin’s wife, waved me over.
“Come here and see,” she said, holding out her hand for me.
I came, taking her hand, and peered over her shoulder.
My mouth dropped open as I got my first good look at the men in the gym.
No, the fact that nearly all of them were shirtless wasn’t the reason for the flabbergasted look on my face.
Nor was the fact that they all had so much weight on their bars or in their hands.
No, it was the fact that nearly all of them were dancing.
To Sexy Back.
Griffin squatted to the beat of the music while Mig did some sort of shimmy with his hips as he did push ups on the ground.
The only one not dancing, out of the whole bunch, was Core, who was busy taping the entire thing from the corner of the room, unbeknownst to everyone else.
Had they known, they probably would’ve been kicking his ass.
But they didn’t know.
They just continued on with what they were doing, oblivious to their audience.
Then Pony came on, and I groaned right along with the rest of the ladies.
It was like Magic Mike, but better.
Much, much better.
Ridley took center stage then, jumping up on the blocks that the men used to do vertical jumps up onto, where he then proceeded to do some raunchy move with his hips that had me all hot and bothered in a matter of seconds.
A big, bad, tattooed biker that had the power to undo me.
“Oh, boy,” Tasha said. “Would you look at that?”
I tore my eyes away from my man to follow where she was pointing, and I started to laugh.
Casten was dipping down low, twisting and bouncing as he curled huge weights that were at least the size of half my body.
That went on like that for four long minutes, and by the time they were finished and laughing, I was fanning myself.
“I think we’re going to be a little late,” I mentioned to the ladies. “I’m needing some…attention.”
Annie, Mig’s woman, tossed me a look over her shoulder that clearly said I wasn’t the only one.
Taking that as my cue, I pushed through the doors.
“I need some time!” I announced to the group as a whole.
All eyes turned to me, but it was my man who was still bouncing on the balls of his feet, all hot and sweaty, his hair and beard slightly damp with his sweat, that had my full attention.
I started to fan myself almost reflexively, and he read me and my needs almost immediately.
He hopped down, walking towards me with a purposeful spring in his step.
He didn’t even bother to speak to me, only bent down slightly once he’d reached me, captured me just under the ass, and carried me out of the room.
“You have a good day?” he questioned, panting lightly as he carried me down the hall towards his room.
I nodded.
“Yeah,” I confirmed, looking into his eyes as he slammed the door shut with his foot. “I have some news.”
“So do I,” he said. “You want to go first or me?”
I knew that if I went first, he’d be too overwhelmed to think straight, so I let him tell me.
“You,” I ordered.
He grinned.
“I’m officially acting Sheriff until the next election,” he informed me, stripping my jeans down my legs that I’d just put on.
They hung up on my shoes, but he didn’t bother to undo them, only flipped me over to my belly and pulled me until I was bent over the side of the bed, my legs only wide enough to allow him access to my pussy.
He dropped to his knees, parting my folds with his fingers as he did, and instantly plunged his tongue into my willing pussy.
“Mother of God,” I whispered into the comforter.
He chuckled against me, his beard scraping my thighs as he started to shake his head from side to side, letting his tongue flick back and forth over my sensitive clit.