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 the feel of him. His body so big and heavy above mine, his cock so thick and long between my thighs. Renewed pleasure sparks through me as he slides the crown up and down through my wet slit, my spent muscles coming back to life and quivering. Whimpering softly, I cant my hips upward.
“You asking to be filled with this big cock, girl?” The blunt tip of him teases my entrance. “I’ll give it to you.”
He abruptly surges forward—coming down over me, but not inside me, his body covering mine.
“Get the fuck out or I crack your head open.” His voice is so cold, so dangerous. “Three seconds, brother.”
Blowback. Who is inside the cabin. Looking at us with no expression—and no fear or apology, despite Stone’s threat.
And despite the fact that I’m naked and tied to a bed and gagged, with Stone on top of me, his dick a hot iron rod against my belly. Heat rushes to my face. The muffled sound of panic I make is followed by Stone saying coldly, “Two seconds.”
“We need to head out for that meetup.”
“It can wait an hour. Or two.”
“It can’t. We arrive late, he’ll be gone.”
Stone’s breath hisses through his teeth, a sound of pure frustration. “Turn your back until I cover her up.”
Blowback doesn’t, those empty eyes scanning the pair of us again. “This isn’t who you are, brother.”
Stone’s body tenses to steel above mine. “It is now.”
Blowback shakes his head but turns for the door. Stone rears up, grabbing the edge of the comforter and folding it over me before untying the straps around my wrists.
“Looks like you got a reprieve,” he says harshly.
It doesn’t feel like one. Not with this need aching so deep inside me. Lying on the bed and watching him go only feels like a punishment, not a reprieve.
He doesn’t leave the key. Doesn’t leave the phone. And a few minutes later, Bull comes through the door and clears away the turkey dinner and silverware.
I sigh in frustration, then search through Stone’s duffle—just clothes, including a few items in my size with tags from Target still attached—before turning toward the fun bag. A whole lot of things in there to screw me with, but nothing to unscrew a vent frame.
Just my damn luck.
23
Stone
The meetup is a two-hour ride south, at a tiny casino outside of Klamath Falls. Blowback and I head inside, surrounded by cigarette smoke and the jaunty tunes coming from the slots. The entire place wouldn’t fill up the lobby of a Vegas casino, and most of the seats are empty.
“Who we looking for?”
Blowback sits down at a penny slot. “He’ll find us.”
Fucking great. I take another machine, positioned so we can watch each other’s backs, and feed the slot. A meetup with one of the Devil’s Hangmen ought to be right at the front of my mind.
Instead I’m just thinking of how sweet Cherry’s pussy tasted. How tight she was around my finger. How damn close I came to getting inside her.
And how all those jagged edges in me softened, even though I didn’t let her touch me. Which means I should be thinking twice, three times about touching her again. But knowing I won’t be able to stop myself, because she feels so damn good.
It also feels real damn good to be getting shit done. If this asshole ever shows up.
About twenty minutes pass before Blowback stands up, heads for the little restaurant at the back of the casino. All but empty here, too. A pair of senior citizens sit at a table near the front counter. There are more booths up in the back, and a man sitting in one of them, wearing jeans and a flannel and a baseball cap. I know that face.
Creek.
He ran with the chapter of the Hangmen who tried to take over the Eighty-Eight’s territory after we burned down the skinheads’ compound. The Hangmen’s prez got real greedy, and tried to push the Riders into joining up or running off. They torched Blowback’s garage and apartment, got their hands on Zoomie.
This fucker was a part of it all. But if he’s got info, I’ll listen. Then maybe do the same thing to him that I did to Sherlock in the Cage.
Blowback slides in across from him. I take the seat next to Creek and get real close, because I’m just pushy that way.
He’s eyeing Blowback, jaw set and looking irritated as hell. “The fuck?”
“I trust him.”
“Doesn’t mean shit to me.”
Blowback shrugs. “Maybe not. But I figured you two might get along.”
Creek doesn’t like that answer. And I don’t know what the hell is going on. They’re talking the way brothers do. Short and simple, with a lot more being said than what’s coming out of their mouths.
“You left a fucking mess of those barns,” Creek tells him now.