Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
They had to fucking respect me.
Only then could I move on.
“Why are you still there, though?” A asked. “If Mike Jr. hates you?”
“Oh, because Mike Sr. threatened to dissolve the office down if he fired me.”
“Got it. So, if you do get their respect, then you move on? Or are you attached to the misery now?”
“Ouch,” I said, wincing at how accurate that was.
“Always gonna give it to you straight,” A said, shrugging.
“I like that,” I admitted. “Are you closer to… Luis?” I asked, not sure how to phrase all the torture and murder.
“Yeah, ma. I’ll get some sleep, then tomorrow I will be close. If I don’t get him tomorrow, it will be the next day.”
“You’ll have found all your snakes by then?” I asked.
“Yeah, ma. No more worries going forward. You’ll be safe.”
“I wasn’t worried about myself.”
“Like that you worry about me, but you don’t need to,” he told me, turning his head to place a kiss on my forehead.
There was no more conversation then, but we both stayed awake for a while, just savoring the togetherness.
Eventually, though, we did pass out.
I woke up to a door closing, making me grumble and roll, then let out another grumble when my ribs ached.
“Fuck, that’s a good view first thing in the morning,” A’s low, deep voice said, making me realize that I’d rolled out of the blanket, and that we’d gone to bed naked.
Standing behind me, he was getting a full view of my ass.
I let him have that for a moment before rolling onto my back, giving him the whole picture.
A growling sound escaped him as his gaze moved over me.
He said nothing, just moved forward, wearing nothing but some hastily donned lightweight pajama pants, his cock already straining against the material, reaching down, and grabbing my ankles, then carefully turning me on the mattress until my ass was on the edge.
Then he was dropping down onto his knees, burying his face in my pussy without warning, making me arch and cry out as my hand slammed into the back of his neck, holding him to me as his tongue circled, as he drove me up. Slowly, but steadily.
“No,” he said, pulling away, nipping my inner thigh. “When you come, it’s gonna be around my cock,” he told me as he got back up to his feet, then reached down to push down his pants.
My gaze moved down his body, taking in the lines of his abdominal muscles, then traveled the length of his cock, thick and straining.
My sex clenched hard, aching for the sensation of him filling me.
My legs went to the sides of his hips, drawing him closer.
“I need you inside me,” I told him, loving the way his gaze went molten at my words.
“Fuck, mama,” he groaned, his hand reaching down to grab his cock at the base, then guiding it up and down my cleft, tapping my clit, then slipping back down to surge inside of me.
Hard.
Deep.
“Fuck,” we both hissed in unison.
Then he was moving in me as his hand moved out, teasing over my breasts as he fucked me.
“Fuck, you’re taking it so good, mama,” he growled as my walls tightened around him. “Come for me,” he demanded, his other hand moving between my thighs, working my clit as he kept fucking me.
“I…” I hissed, back arching as the orgasm started to drag me under.
“Yeah, just like that,” he hissed, fucking me harder and faster through it, then slamming deep and coming inside of me.
He was smirking down at me when I came down from the orgasm, his hands running lazily up and down the outside of my thighs.
“That’s a good way to start the day,” he said before sliding out of me, yanking up his pants, and going into the bathroom.
I got up, wrapping myself in the blanket, and grabbed some clothes.
“Gonna go get the dogs, then I gotta head out, ma,” he told me, coming back out of the bathroom.
So soon?
“Okay,” I said, giving him a small smile I didn’t feel.
He must have seen through me, though, because his hand grabbed the back of my neck, yanking me forward a little roughly, and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“I’m gonna be fine,” he assured me.
But he didn’t know that.
He couldn’t assure me that.
I suddenly had a lot of empathy for my mom and all of my aunts. All those nights when shit was going down with the biker club, when they had no idea where their men were, what was going on, if they were going to make it home. And they’d endured it all with so much freaking grace.
Meanwhile, all I did was pace.
Which was in no way helping my ribs that were already sore from the sex. Which I figured was worth the extra pain.
I ate pasta.
I flicked through the TV.