Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Preacher groans deep and lets go, coming deep inside me. It sets off Crash, who comes just a moment later, filling me deep. In my mind's eye, I'm picturing him coming right into me, making me even slicker than I already am.
I never even thought to check before I got on him. He didn't just—I mean, we didn't…
Another orgasmic shudder passes through me at the thought.
Preacher withdraws and rolls aside, and then I do the same, dropping onto the bed next to Crash. No, he's covered. Thank God, because it scares me a little how much that thought gets me going. It's good they have more sense than I do.
“Fuck,” groans Devil as he straddles my chest. When I rolled away, he slipped from my mouth, and now he's over me, stroking himself. “Squeeze your tits together,” he orders and as I obey, he groans and comes.
The first drops spatter against my chin, but the rest of it paints pale white stripes across my breasts, one after another. When he finally shakes the last couple of drops off, they're nearly fully painted. He's claimed me. I blink. “Wow.”
He grins a little sheepishly. “I've fucking wanted to do that since the first time I saw you. They're fucking perfect.”
I rub it into my skin while he watches, and I swear he starts to harden again. “I don't think I can go another round yet,” I say, actually disappointed.
“We have all the time in the fucking world,” he says and drops to the bed next to me.
There's something wonderful about hearing that. I don't know if I can totally believe it in my heart yet, but just the words are enough to make me feel warm and loved. And when Crash pulls me in against him, while Devil presses against me on the other side, with Preacher slipping off my boots and tucking me in, I have to admit that they're very convincing.
I fall asleep like that, already looking forward to what the guys will teach me tomorrow.
28
SUMMER
I wake up in a pile of men feeling like I would absolutely kill for a shower. I climb carefully over muscular limbs and hard abs, appreciating how beautiful they are in a hard masculine way all over again.
I didn't even use to sleep naked in my own room, alone. Now I'm sneaking to the shower naked? I can't believe how they've changed me.
What time is it?
I pad over to the coffee table by Preacher's couch where my phone's been plugged in and charging. Almost nine. For me, that's definitely sleeping in, but the guys kept me up so late. No regrets, of course, other than a little soreness. Who needs an exercise regime when you've got three bikers doing their best to occupy any part of you they can get their big, rough hands on?
But there are messages too. From Titania?
I blocked both Dad and Grayson days ago, not even wanting to have to ignore any attempts at contacting me, but her?
I owe her so much for helping me escape, but even when she did that she made it clear she belongs to that life. The one that I've been doing my best to forget since I got to the clubhouse.
What if it's important?
But why would Titania be the one to send a message then?
I drop the phone back on the table and side-eye it like it's going to jump off it and chase after me. No. I leave it while I go shower.
Being clean, and tossing on a pair of panties and a T-shirt, makes me feel refreshed. Maybe I could sneak out and find some food in the kitchen area.
I stare at the phone, curious. Why Titania?
Fine, okay. It won't hurt to look. It's not like anyone can force me to answer. I just want to see.
Are you ok? Your Dad and Grayson are heartbroken. They miss you a lot. I don't know what those bikers are doing to you, but I just know they'll forgive you if you come home.
I roll my eyes. I don't know if they've tricked Titania or if she's even more naive than I was, but forgiveness is not one of Dad’s strengths. Not unless there's a fat donation coming with it. And Grayson? Heartbroken? I almost laugh out loud, but I don’t want to wake up the guys.
There’s a second message.
But that’s not why I’m contacting you. I'm not sure what's going on, but your father hasn’t been to work in days and Grayson has been filling in. They don't tell me anything, so I don't know how serious it is, but Grayson just says he isn’t feeling well. I'm worried. You know what he’s like. Please, just text or call me.
I don’t want it to, but that gets me more than any false promise of forgiveness. Dad is never sick. He acts like illness is a personal insult and I know for a fact that in spite of saying needing medication is weakness, he’ll take anything to pretend he isn’t human enough to catch a cold.