Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I thought ten minutes was a bit optimistic,” I said, blowing him a kiss. Then I reached down and caught my shirt, pulling it up and over my head.
The look on his face when he saw my bra was more than enough to justify what I’d paid for it. But when I reached for my pants, that’s when things got good. He stilled, standing over me almost mesmerized as I slowly popped the button on my fly, then lowered the zipper. The fabric sagged, clinging to my hips. I gave a little shimmy, which was enough to drop them a couple of inches lower…
“Shit,” Eli muttered, ripping open his own jeans. He grabbed his cock, fisting it as I very slowly, very deliberately slid my fingers down the midline of my body.
When I reached my panties, I dipped them under, finding my clit with my middle digit. I gave it a quick rub, my breath catching, and then pushed my hand down farther, my finger sliding through my cleft.
“Nice and wet,” I told him.
Eli shoved down his jeans, then dropped to his knees in front of me. First, he kissed me, cupping the back of my neck with one hand while the other wrapped tightly around my waist. He started lowering me to the floor, then paused.
“Hold on,” he said. Leaning back on his heels, he caught the bottom edge of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Shaking it out flat, he spread it on the floor next to us. “Better. Now lay down.”
I took a second to kiss him one more time, then lowered myself to the shirt. Something felt really bizarre, and I realized that this was the first time I’d ever done anything Eli had asked me to do without fighting with him first.
His hands found my jeans, and I lifted my hips so he could pull them off, along with my underwear. Then they were gone, and he was crawling up and over my body until our eyes met.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” he asked.
“Most guys don’t ask this many questions when a girl tells them to fuck her.”
“Yeah, well those guys probably weren’t raised in a house where they had to worry about finding snakes in their beds.”
The words sounded angry, but the tone was teasing. Resting his weight on his left arm, Eli reached down between us with his right, finding my clit right away. I gasped, and my hips rocked toward him.
The tip of his cock brushed against me.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Eli whispered. My hips curled toward him, and—
The storeroom door flew open, banging into the wall.
“Eli! Where the fuck are you? We got a situation.”
“Don’t you dare answer,” I told him, somehow whispering and shouting at the same time. I twisted my hips up and into him a second time, and his dick slid into me about half an inch. Goddamnit.
“Eli, there’s big fucking trouble. It’s Gus.”
That sounded like Gage. Shit. Normally, he’d just send a prospect if he had a message. There must be something seriously wrong happening with Gus. My stomach gave an anxious little flip.
“What’s wrong with Gus?” I asked, nudging at Eli to let me up. He rolled off me, and I started feeling around for my clothes. Suddenly, the lights came on, blinding me.
“Turn off the fucking light!” Eli shouted.
“Eli? Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s Eli. And Peaches,” I said, trying not to let my tone waver. I pulled on my pants, trying not to think about how many people would figure out that we’d… Eli made a growling noise, and a muscle in his jaw started twitching. “We’ll be out in a minute.”
“Move fast,” Gage said. “It’s serious, Eli. I need your ass at Gus’s house in the next ten minutes. Pipes is waiting in the parking lot. Leave your bike here. I got a feeling we’ll need you on Gus’s before this is over.”
“Fuck!” Eli said, slamming the flat of his palm against the floor.
Someone was feeling grumpy about his blue balls.
“Breaking your hand isn’t going to help Gus.”
“No, but it might protect him,” he said. “Because unless this little emergency of his involves him dying, I’ll be tempted to finish the job. Then I’ll have to deal with the body. That’ll be a real bitch if one of my hands is broken.”
“What a…heartwarming thought.”
“Yeah, I’m all heart.”
“I’m coming with you,” I said. “If he’s dying, I want to say goodbye.”
“Gus is way too mean to die,” Eli told me. “Lots of people have come after him through the years. Note that they’re gone, and he isn’t.”
“I’m serious. I’m coming with you.”
Eli stopped and turned toward me. His hands moved to my shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze as his eyes caught mine. “This situation is club business, Peaches. I can’t bring you with me just because you’re my girlfriend. That’s not how my world works.”