Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
She wanted him so badly. All the time.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you scream my name.”
Ava let go and flew over the edge, embracing her orgasm. His name spilled from her lips as it always did, and Smokey prolonged her release for as long as possible.
He stopped the moment she couldn’t take it anymore, and as he did, he pressed a kiss to her shoulders.
Coming down, Ava knew she had him in the bath, and as she tried to turn around, he banded an arm around her waist and grabbed a sponge.
“Smokey, what about you?” she asked.
“I’m going to make love to you in the bedroom, baby. First, I’m going to wash you.”
Ava opened her mouth, closed it. He wouldn’t see what she was struggling with right now. Again, he was put off by fucking her. It was always making love and yeah, that was fun and great, but she wanted it to be dirty, to be hard, to be fast. She wanted to feel desired and damn it, wanted.
No words fell from her lips.
Instead, she let Smokey wash her body. At least he was touching her, and she felt like such an asshole because he did want her. She knew he did, but it wasn’t like before Umberto, or even since the attack.
What did she have to do to make him take her? To make him want to fuck her like before?
She wasn’t broken, and she had forgiven him.
What was it going to take?
Chapter Five
“You cannot embarrass me if you’re here,” Big Dick said.
Harlow rolled her eyes. “Believe it or not, I have no intention of embarrassing you.”
“You’ve got to learn to use your filter.”
This was coming from a guy called Big Dick in an MC club. She had to be the one to use a filter. No one could say his name out loud without there being some sort of strange looks. She hated it when he was like this.
“Fine, George, what else do you need me to do? Do I need to wear my best dress, and pin my hair back? Maybe be spoken to and act dumb?”
He glared at her, and she glared right back.
“I’m doing you a favor.”
She stuck her tongue out.
“Do I need to separate the two of you?” Hunter asked, coming into the clubhouse’s kitchen.
Harlow continued to glare at her brother. “No, that’s fine. Don’t worry, George, I’ll be on my best behavior. No sudden outbursts from me.”
Her big brother glared at her again, but he didn’t say another word as he turned on his heel and left.
“You do know he hates his name.”
“Don’t care. He wants to go telling me to have a filter while he’s walking around with a stupid, and quite frankly, gross name.” She wrinkled her nose.
And now she was alone with Hunter. The Hell’s Bastards VP. The one close beside Smokey but also the one guy out of the whole freaking town that seemed to get under her skin without much help, and it was so frustratingly annoying.
She glanced at the fridge and then checked the freezer, very much aware of the fact he was still in the kitchen. Still close by.
“Do you have everything you need?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’ve bought Abriana a pumpkin. She said there’s this recipe that is amazing, and she wants to try it and feels like she won’t mess it up.”
Harlow picked up the large pumpkin.
She had to wonder if she should feel embarrassed for the pumpkin or not. She hoped Abriana knew what she was doing with this thing.
Harlow finished putting away all of the grocery shopping and turned toward Hunter.
He stood close. Maybe a little too close.
She hadn’t been alone with him for a long time. Did he … like her? She wasn’t so good at reading these kinds of things, and she didn’t know for sure if she was just trying to find something that wasn’t there.
“So, er, are you a big fan of the holidays?” she asked.
“No.”
“You’re not?”
“It’s a waste of time and money.”
“Okay, wow, remind me not to even bother putting you on my Christmas card list.”
“I doubt I was even on it.”
“Oh, well then, I guess, you’re in for quite the surprise.” This wasn’t flirting. Was it? Hunter stood close. Why did he have to smell so good?
He reached out, and before she knew what was happening, he stroked her hair behind her ear. “I have a feeling when it comes to you, I will always be in for a surprise.”
****
“What kind of tree do you want?” Hunter asked.
Smokey stared at the allotment of trees, and the truth was, he didn’t have a fucking clue. Trees didn’t matter to him, at least, he didn’t think they did, but now as he looked at the impressive lot before him, he had to wonder.
Running a hand down his face, he tried to think. What kind of tree would his woman prefer? Would she like something small or big? Plain green, or with fake snow, real tree, or plastic?