Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he says to me. I know he understands what I’m saying, but he doesn’t like it. I’m surprised he didn’t lay into me last night after the meeting. But he probably knew better. He knows that no one goes against Mom and I’m pretty sure she’s on my side with this one. I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never gone against my father. I’ve always backed him and his ideas one hundred percent of the time. He can’t handle it and he obviously doesn’t like it.
His voice is deep and intimidating. “You’re putting our club in jeopardy.”
I just shake my head. “As long as there are Eaters, we are in jeopardy.”
He stares at me and I’m waiting for the argument, but it never comes. Instead he walks around his desk and sits down. I wait, but he just points at the door. I guess I’m excused.
Walking out of the office, I’m pissed off and frustrated. And it only gets worse. Bree is sitting at the bar and Sayer has her caged in with his arms on each side of her. My bear lurches, wanting out. He wants to protect her too.
I stalk up behind Sayer, my body a live wire and my muscles flexing. “Am I interrupting something?” I barely recognize my voice. I’m hoping I didn’t read this wrong. I didn’t think Bree was the type to go from one man to another. Wait, what the fuck? She was a virgin. I know she’s not.
I look over Sayer’s shoulder and Bree is looking at me straight in the eye. I can see how uncomfortable she is when she says, “No, actually, I was just telling Sayer that I wasn’t interested.”
Enough said. I jerk Sayer back and he stumbles. Before he gets upright, I pull him up and against me. Barely hanging on, barely containing my bear, I tell him, “You dumb fuck. Were you not in church last night? I claimed her. She’s mine. That means you don’t touch her. You’re lucky I let you breathe the same air as her, you mindless fuck.”
He stares back at me and I’m waiting on an apology and “I’ll never do it again.” But instead he smirks at me. The fucker smirks. I rear back and punch him, knocking his ass out and he goes flying across the room. The other men in the room are staring at us, but no one moves. No one goes to check on him, which is good, because at this point I might knock their asses out too.
My body is heaving and I can’t control it. The urge to destroy something is building inside me. I look at Bree and the image of Sayer’s hands on her makes me desperate to remove the feel of his touch from her memory. I take her in my arms roughly, picking her up, and her legs wrap around my hips. I don’t care that half the damn crew is here, or my dad is in the next room. She puts her hands on each side of my face and, as if she knows exactly what I need, what I’m feeling, she kisses me. I thrust my cock against her crotch, seeking her heat.
I break the kiss just long enough growl a single word: “Mine.”
I walk her to the back room and release a primal snarl when I find it occupied with some of the guys playing pool. As soon as they hear it, they drop their sticks and leave quickly.
Chapter 10
Bree
He just punched out his friend and ran off the innocent guys playing pool. He has me sitting on the edge of the pool table, and he’s standing between my legs. His ownership of me is apparent. He says I’m his.
I should run. I should run and never look back. One look at him and I know he can break my heart in an instant. He pushes me backwards, but I resist.
“I’m not fucking around, Bree. I need to be inside you and I need it now.”
His rough voice is quiet and I can tell he’s barely hanging on right now. But I can’t give in, not this easily.
I need to scare him off. I may not know much about men, but I know his type. He may want me, but he definitely doesn’t want me to stake my claim on him. I smile at him and when I do, he starts to take calming breaths. He leans down and nuzzles his face into my neck. The feel of his stubble against my skin gives me goosebumps.
“Bree, are you too sore? Because that’s the only reason I’m stopping right now.”
“No,” I tell him.
He pulls back then and lifts my chin so I have to look at him.
“So why’d you stop?” He lifts me up a little, running his hard cock along my core. Even with our jeans on, his impressive bulge hits me in all the right places.