Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Just him pulling out is almost enough to set me off, so when Riot takes his place, I grab him by the hips and practically force him inside me. He laughs. “Eager, baby? I can work with that.”
Riot pushes deep, and I'm glad Ghost and Tex got me warmed up. He's definitely the thickest. He's the broadest, too, so maybe there's a connection. It aches, kind of, but in a sexy way.
He hovers over me, his powerful arms penning me in with his hands pressed into the bed at either side of my head. Rolling my hips against him, I know he's going to take me that last bit, bring me to that final plunge, like going over a waterfall in a little barrel. I grip his strong arms and we lock eyes, as he drives me into the bed, over and over, with the powerful thrust and grind of his hips. Wrapping my legs around him, I hang on for dear life as he fucks the life out of me. He's the roughest by far, but right now, that's perfect. Exactly what I need as the grand finale.
"Almost there, baby girl," he says in a hoarse whisper. “Are you with me?”
"Yesssss," I hiss.
The pleasure spreads from my core through all of me, right up to where even my fingers and toes are tingling. I press up against him, seeking the last little push I need, and then we come together, him groaning as I scream out an orgasm that feels pulled from the bottom of my soul.
I go tight, every muscle clenching around his thickness. He throbs inside me, filling me up as I squeeze him dry. My fingernails dig into his back as he drives me through my orgasm, dragging it out longer than I could ever imagine. It's not until I lose my grip and drop to the bed, completely exhausted, that he eases up and lets himself relax.
"You three are going to kill me," I groan as I sprawl out on the bed, sweaty, satisfied, and not caring one bit what I look like. "But what a way to go."
25
RIOT
Jessica breathes softly against my chest, her arm thrown over me. Tex is on the other side, but Ghost went home at some point in the night. Fuck, who knew sharing Jessica would be so damn good? That it would feel so fucking right?
But am I being selfish?
She's just learning how to be her own person. I don’t want to stand in her way of exploring the world, and getting involved in the Outlaw Sons isn’t like joining a fucking tennis club. People would judge her for associating with a bunch of dirty bastards like us.
But when I see her sleeping in my bed, with the fading marks of our fingers on her skin, vulnerable and bare, there's nothing I want more than to make sure she stays here.
I glance at my phone. Six AM.
I've always been an early riser. It’s the perfect time to go for a run along the water when the weather is good, or hit the gym while it’s still empty.
Both our phones ding at once.
"What the fuck?" Tex mumbles, rolling over and reaching blindly for his cell.
Jessica grumbles sleepily when I push her arm away and sit up. Normally I’d let it wait, but both of us at the exact same time? It's probably important.
It's a text from Hellfire. "My office ASAP. Bring Jessica."
Tex and I lock gazes. "Hellfire?"
"Yeah."
Jessica sits up, the blanket falling down around her waist and revealing a perfect set of tits. “What’s going on?”
"Message from Hellfire. He wants you there, too." I run my hand over Jessica's knee, loving the smooth texture of her soft skin. I can already feel myself responding, wishing we had time for another round.
She flushes pretty pink, likely thinking the same.
We split up, Tex going back to his room to change. I throw on clean clothes and walk Jessica back to Bonnie’s so she can do the same. I wait outside the apartment, and when Jessica comes out, she doesn’t look happy.
“Anne’s still upset.”
"Don’t blame her. She had to sit there and listen to her father talk about her like a fucking game piece. And then he picked you instead of her. I’d be pissed, too." I say as we head down the stairs and back to the church.
"I know. Victor’s never been much of a father. He leaves it to me and his girlfriend of the month to handle Jessica, but she always gets the best of everything because she’s his daughter. Anything less would make him look bad.”
"That sucks. I’ve always been close to my folks. They never really understood me, and there was never enough money or time to go around, but I always knew they loved me. Honestly, I was such a fucking pain the ass that if they didn’t, I’d probably have been out on the street as soon as I was old enough to get a job, like Tex.”