Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
And although this kiss won’t go that far, I love Stone in this moment for giving that feeling back to me. For making me remember a time when my body wasn’t going to be a prize, when rape wasn’t my only future, for asking what I want and letting me have that little bit of control again.
Yet even those fumblings and dry humpings weren’t like this as he leans in, so solid and strong. His erection grinds between my legs like he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly what spot will send sparks flashing behind my eyes, my inner muscles tightening. Knows exactly how to make me pant against his mouth and helplessly rock against his thick inches, how to make my pussy damp and eager for him.
Damp? No. I’m so wet. Oh my god. Slick and hot and if he unzipped right here, I wouldn’t even say no. Instead I’d use him to fill this empty hollow ache. I’d wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips and take that big cock inside me, let his body finish what this kiss started. Let him consume me completely with every hard thrust, let him burn away the horrible here and now.
“Christ.” He groans against my mouth before taking another taste, then lifting his head to gaze down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You look like you need to be fucked. You need to be fucked, girl?”
My breath shudders wildly. In answer, my hands go to his belt buckle.
He suddenly laughs, catching my fingers. “Not here. Shit. No matter how hot tugging aside your panties and getting into your pussy would be.”
I can’t do it anywhere else. This is my only chance.
But even as I think it, that chance is fading. Reality is returning. Because I’m not here for this.
I’m here to save him. And to light the match that burns the Cage down…hopefully. Though I don’t yet have a plan about where to go from here until Stone rubs his thumb across my lips and says gruffly, “I just need to find my brother, tell him we’re heading out.”
His brother. Someone’s here with him. Relief rushes through me.
This will be so easy, then. I’ll go with Stone to find his brother. And then, as fast as I can, I’ll tell him what’s going on. Victor will rush in and grab me, but Stone should be safe if he’s not alone. Because I’m supposed to drug him, but our drinks haven’t even—
“Fucking finally.” He reaches past me, steps back with two foaming pints. “Here you go, darlin’.”
Crap. I take my glass, doing my best not to look in Victor’s direction. I know he’s watching to see if I roofie Stone’s drink.
The longer I play along, the longer Victor will let me be. “Getting through this crowd won’t be easy. Do you need me to carry that beer for you?”
In answer, Stone drains the whole thing as I watch in wide-eyed amazement.
“I guess you were thirsty,” I say when he slams the empty back to the bar.
He laughs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s just say that I’m looking forward to eating something a little sweeter, but using what I can to hold off. C’mon, then.”
Taking my hand, he pulls me off the stool. Almost immediately I’m bumped from the side, half of my beer sloshing over the rim of my glass. “Oh shit!”
The biker who bumped into me—and whose jeans just got soaked—looks as if he’ll break my neck before his gaze lands on Stone, who turned back when I cursed. And it’s like a magic trick, how fast the man’s expression becomes apologetic. “My bad. Should have watched where I was going.”
“It’s all good, brother,” Stone says and lifts the glass out of my hand, holding it up out of the danger zone as we begin threading through the crowd.
“You can have that, if you want!” I call ahead to him. “I’m not much of a beer drinker!”
But Stone must be, because his glass is empty again by the time we reach the back corner of the tavern. A handwritten sign with ‘Private Party’ scrawled across a sheet of plain paper is slapped up against a wooden post. A popular party, by the looks of it, with more people crowding this area than were up at the bar—maybe because there’s plenty of liquor here, too, and what looks like a free-for-all on pitchers of beer.
Stone pulls me in closer again, voice raised over the noise. “Normally I wouldn’t introduce you to my brother, because he’s real fucking pretty! Women see him and suddenly I’m dog meat or they’re into a threesome. But I won’t risk losing you in this mess!”
“No worries either way!” I cling to his side, steeling myself for what’s coming next, trying to think of how to explain it quickly and believably. Because Stone’s life depends on it. “I don’t trust pretty, and I’m not interested in sharing you with anyone!”