Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
This has to go right.
It just has to.
8– Jackson
“How are we goin’ to clear her name?” Spike asks, rolling a joint and lighting it, then inhaling before passing it to me.
I take it, filling my lungs with the woody taste of marijuana. I need something to take the edge off. That was way too fucking close yesterday. If those cops had caught us, we would be in a very different situation right now. I can only hope those fuckers didn’t get a look at our faces.
“I’m goin’ to use Hound.”
Spike’s brows raise as I pass the joint to Cade, who shakes his head. “Fuck that. I’ll get my own. Love you guys, but not that fuckin’ much.”
I chuckle, taking another deep inhale before handing it to Spike, who is unbothered that it has been near my mouth.
“How are you goin’ to use Hound?” Spike questions.
“He got out, too, which could work in our favor because we can say he captured her and took her out in an attempt to get revenge.”
Cade’s lips purse, and then he nods. “It’s not a bad fuckin’ idea. Once we have Gerard where we want him, we can set Hound up for takin’ Serenity. Then, we just need to get someone on our side to make sure nobody asks questions.”
“Got someone who owes me,” I mutter, crossing my arms. “He’ll make sure she gets away with it, especially if we frame Hound and Gerard.”
“Well, it’s a fuckin’ plan, at least.” Spike shrugs, kicking the dirt with his boot before pushing off the truck we’re leaning against. “Don’t want to be stuck out here for weeks, we need to get this shit happening.”
“Ciara is already on it,” I tell him, straightening. “She is goin’ to get Halo to start posting tonight. Once that happens, we’ll find that fucker and finish this.”
“You think the cops will find Hound?” Cade questions. “If they get him before we do, that plan won’t work.”
“Not worried about it,” I answer. “Hound is smart, he won’t come out of hiding until he thinks he can get away with it.”
That fucker is going to wish he never laid hands on my woman.
“What could possibly go wrong?” Spike grins, and then he tosses the smoked joint onto the ground before strolling toward the house.
“You think we can pull this off?” Cade asks.
I nod. “I’ll fuckin’ make sure we do.”
I have to. For Serenity’s sake.
Walking toward the old shit house that we’re staying in, I make my way toward the room where I know Serenity is sleeping. She hasn’t had a great deal of it, especially when she was locked up, so she’s taking the chance to catch up on it now.
Pushing the door open, I stare at her curled up on the bed. She is on her side with her legs tucked up and her hands beneath her face. Her hair is flowing over her shoulders, and when she lies like that, she looks so fucking fragile, but I know she’s anything but. She might be tiny, but my girl is strong.
Stopping by the bed, I stare down, my cock jumping to life as my eyes graze over her round breasts and perfect backside. She’s wearing one of my shirts and a pair of tiny white panties. It’s enough to have everything inside me roaring with need. I need more of her, and I’m going to take it.
Being without her is not something I dealt well with.
I’m going to take as much as I can while she’s here alone with me.
Starting right now.
MY HAND CURLS AROUND my cock as I slide my fingers down her body, slowly waking her from sleep. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open as my hand runs over the curve of her breast and down her side until I’m cupping her bottom. She moans as she rolls to her back and looks up at me, the sleepy expression on her face making me want her more.
“Oh,” she whispers, staring at my hard cock as I stroke it. “Well, hello.”
“You look like a fuckin’ angel when you sleep, pixie. I need you again.”
Her cheeks grow red as she pushes up, reaching over and running her fingers down my bare stomach.
“I need you, too.”
That’s all she needs to tell me.
I move, bringing my body down over hers without hesitation. Her legs spread as she accommodates me, and her fingers move up to my hair where she tries to run them through, but they get stuck.
“One day, you’ll let me brush this,” she teases, lightly.
“Not likely, darlin’.”
A small smile tugs her lips as she pushes up, pressing her lips to mine. She kisses me, soft and sweet, and within seconds, her tongue is doing dangerous things to mine. A growl escapes my lips as I kiss her back, reaching down between us so I can shove her panties to the side.