Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
“God, lady, you ought to fuck him. It’ll do you both some good.” Eve nods.
God, I wish.
I wouldn’t mind rolling around in the hay with Beckett for a night. Angry hate sex is the best type. All that broody masculine energy is making me shiver just thinking about it.
“He doesn’t want to fuck me,” I grunt.
“How would you know? You’ve never tried.”
She has a point.
“He’s in love with someone else, you’re forgetting that.”
“Someone,” Ramona points out, “who is causing him a lot of stress. Maybe, if he had a distraction, he would be able to get over it. What have you got to lose?”
“Nothing,” Eve answers for me. “Girl, get on that horse.”
I stand, snatching a slice of pizza and grinning at the two of them as I point from one to the other. “You two are evil. Dangerous and evil.”
I turn and walk off and they laugh, clapping their hands.
God, they’ll be the death of me.
Yet ... I kind of love them.
9
I glance around the warehouse once more. Dead quiet and I’m alone. Well, except for the three bikers outside who are watching over the place. Still, Beckett said he couldn’t be here tonight, so I finished up work, made some dinner and now I’m considering ... relieving myself. All day, every single time I laid my eyes on Beckett, my core clenched. The idea of him hoisting me up onto the bench we’re working on and plunging his cock deep into me is all I can think about.
Damn Eve and Ramona.
So now I need to do something about it so I don’t spend my days staring at him. Today he asked me three times what my problem was. It’s embarrassing. So, I’m alone and I’m going to take care of this ache, this ache that is building so strongly it’s making me crazy.
I ruffle through my things and pull out my old faithful—a pink vibrator. I climb onto the bed after kicking my pants off, get comfortable, close my eyes and place the vibration on my clit. I moan immediately as the thrilling sensation rips through my body. I bite my lip, arch my back, and let my vibrator do its job, and oh, does it do a good one.
“Jesus.”
The voice has me screaming and throwing the vibrator across the room as I squirm, painfully, out of bed, face red with horror to see Beckett standing at my door, back to me. The shame I feel in this moment couldn’t possibly get any stronger. “What the hell are you doing here?” I screech, pressing my hands over my face in horror.
“I was comin’ to see if you were okay,” Beckett grunts. “Didn’t think you’d be ...”
“Flicking the bean?” I yell at him. “What, a woman can’t pleasure herself?”
“Never said that.”
“God. This is the worst day of my life,” I groan. “You saw my orgasm face, and I didn’t even get to have an orgasm.”
Beckett is silent.
“Look, I’m horny, okay? I’m a very sexually active girl and it has been a long time. Then you’re walking around all day, smelling good and looking good and a girl has needs. I thought I was alone.”
Sweet mother of god, Poppy. Shut the fuck up.
Stop talking.
Stop talking right now.
You just basically admitted to pleasuring yourself because of him.
Idiot.
He turns and faces me, and there is something different in his eyes tonight, something hungry, something wild, something feral. My god, I’m going to pounce on him. If he doesn’t leave, I’m going to rip his damned clothes off and have my way with him. Fuck Becky, that bitch. He won’t even remember her name when he’s done with me.
“Beckett,” I croak. “You need to leave. Like seriously. Right now. Because the way you’re looking at me is making me crazy.”
He takes a step forward.
God.
Oh god.
“Beckett,” I warn.
Another step.
He reaches me and leans down, hauling me out of bed with one arm, as if I weigh nothing. He slams his mouth over mine and pushes my body against the wall, my legs around his hips, my naked pussy rubbing against him. We kiss frantically, hungrily, and my god the pleasure already building is enough to make me want to burst. I need him more than I have needed anything in a very long time.
“Fuck me, please. I’m begging you,” I whimper when his mouth is dragged away from mine.
He reaches down between us, unbuckling his jeans. My lips find his again and the kiss becomes dangerous this time, so dangerous I can’t hold back when my hands find his hair and tug, making him growl angrily. He frees his cock, and I can feel it pressing against my pussy, causing a stretch that makes me wild with passion.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
His phone rings.
It’s a ringtone that I’ve heard before. I know it belongs to her because he always goes outside when that ringtone comes up, and never any other time. He freezes, his whole body going stiff. I close my eyes, pressing my face into his shoulder because I know ... I know he’s about to reject me in a way that’s going to hurt like hell.