Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“And using your own fire axe to do the job? That was sloppier. What, did Sebastian get there and steal your thunder?”
When he still didn’t answer, I called to Trance. “Did you find the axe?”
Trance moved up slowly, cautiously. “Got it from the OR nurse. They don’t mind releasing murder weapons to the police.”
Trance’s eyes were gleaming with a muted light. He was overly pissed, and that was good for the situation. Anger had a purpose, and in this situation, anger was playing a large part in how they were going to handle this.
“Let me see it.” He held out his hand.
I studied the axe that was placed in my hand. The blade and handle was still stained with my son’s blood, his life force.
That anger that I was speaking about evaporated at the sight of it. What was left was what I would call...justice.
I raised the axe above my head...and smiled.
Chapter 22
If I were your pimp, you’d be my favorite hoe.
-Text from Baylee to Luke
Sebastian
9 weeks later
Baylee was mad as hell.
I had been home for six weeks now and I was tired of being there. I felt like a big blob of useless skin.
I wanted to get out and do something. So I’d gone to the clubhouse to work out, and Baylee hadn’t been happy.
At all.
In fact, when I was on my way home, I’d seen her pulling out of the driveway in my truck.
I’d moved over to the side of the road and started to stop, but she hadn’t even slowed down to speak to me. She’d just flipped me the bird and glared at me the entire time.
Which had only made me smile.
I knew she was just concerned, but I had to get moving some time. And now was as good as any. It’d been six weeks since I was released from the hospital, and nine weeks since the accident. It was bound to happen sometime, and I’d gotten the okay from my doctor for light activity.
And I was grateful. I was extremely tired of fishing and sitting on my ass.
There was one bright spot in my life.
Baylee had moved into my house.
At first, it wasn’t a permanent move, only until I was well enough to be there on my own. But, over time, it became something more. Something that meant something to the both of us.
I’d asked her, officially, to move in with me a week ago.
She’d put her house on the market the next day.
She’d started back to work a little over four weeks ago, taking her vacation time to help me get back on my feet.
I’d never been so smothered in my life.
To add to that was the members of my own club. They came by day and night, constantly. One would leave, and another would show up. I hadn’t been left alone in well over two months.
I loved them all, but a man could only take so much.
And now, two hours after Baylee had left, she showed up with my truck loaded down with boxes, and I had to control the urge to yell.
I’d told her I’d send my men over there to get the shit, but, of course, she’d done it out of spite. Stubborn little bitch.
“What the hell is that?” I yelled, stomping down the porch steps until I got to the cab of the truck and yanked her door open.
She glared at me with her arms crossed against her chest. “What is what?” She asked innocently.
My eyes narrowed before I snatched her up from the cab and yanked her bodily against me.
“You know what, you shit.” I growled against her lips.
“You made me mad.” She said indignantly.
She started squirming, and my raging libido came roaring back to life. I’d wanted her for weeks now. Pined for her, and she wouldn’t touch me.
It was against doctor’s orders, and she’d told me straight up that she wouldn’t be touching me until I was released. Which bothered me to no end because I couldn’t get myself off with my own hand anymore. My dick didn’t want my hand. It wanted the real fucking thing. And the real fucking thing wasn’t giving it to me; I had nine weeks of pent up frustration roaring to jet out of me.
And her body.
She was starting to show. She had a little tiny baby bump, and it made my dick harder than ever to know she was carrying a part of me with her. I was so beyond ready to fuck the woman that I couldn’t stand it.
“Put me down. I weigh too much for you to be picking up.” She squealed, as I devoured her neck with my tongue and mouth.
I nipped her shoulder for that foolish comment. “You’re not too big, honey. You’re just right. Your pretty little ass is perfect for me. Are you fond of these pants?”
I ground my raging erection into her roughly, making her moan.
“No...why?”
My answer was to rip the fuckers at the crotch seam.
“What about the panties?” I asked, fisting them in my hand.
She shook her head this time, and I tore.
She squeaked adorably.
After that, I wasted no time in unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my pants, and shoving my pants and underwear down to my knees.
My bare ass hit the cool November air, but I didn’t relent.
My dick was so hard it was unbearably uncomfortable and I needed to be inside of her now.
Leaning forward, I forced her back up against the truck and pinned her body with mine.
I pressed the ruddy head of my cock against the heat of her, rubbed the smooth head of it along her seam to coat it in her juices, and then placed it at her entrance.
With one lunge, I was buried to my balls inside of her.
I hadn’t remembered.
My memories didn’t do her pussy justice.
She was so hot and slick that I nearly blew my load right then and there.
“I can’t wait to come inside of you. I’ve done nothing but dream of it since I was released from the hospital.” I panted, grinding my dick even deeper inside of her.