Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Little feet come pounding into the kitchen, rosy cheeks flushed.
“Grab your coats, girls. And thank Uncle Gabe for dinner.”
“Thank you!” they call-out in a chorus, wrapping their hands around my legs.
“Come back and visit soon, yeah?”
We wave them off, Willa sighing contently, her arms curled around my waist. “They’re adorable.”
“You’re adorable.” I kiss her head, closing the door.
“I want three,” she announces.
“Excuse me?”
Looking up at me, she bites her lip, grinning.
“What, too many?”
Turning her, I wrap her in my arms. “Not enough,” I growl, taking her lips.
“Four?”
“More!” I turn her, pinning her belly against the couch’s back. Flipping up her long skirt, I lean down to bite her ass cheek. “Five?” she pants.
“Let’s make a football team.” I yank down her panties, slipping my fingers between her legs, groaning at her wetness.
“Let’s just practice for now.” She gasps as I kick her ankles to part them and thrust inside her, hard, rough, and fucking delicious.
Two weeks later
We’re back in Reno. Kahn invited us to some cookout their club is having. Usually, I wouldn’t come to these things. It’s a long fucking ride for some roast hog and a beer, but Jameson mentioned it in front of Willa, and her whole face lit up like the fourth of July. She loves riding on the back of my bike, so we took a few days and stopped at local attractions Willa wanted to visit. Now I’m watching her from across the lawn, deep in conversation with a couple of brother’s ol’ ladies. She fits into this life like she was born into it. There’s nothing she complains about, just adjusts and gets on with things. Fuck, she’s stunning, her hair bouncing around her shoulders as she laughs, catching everyone attention. I notice the looks other brothers are giving her, and although I want to bury their faces in the fire pit, I understand their curiosity, their attraction. She’s a fucking goddess, her long, tanned legs on show, tight jean shorts showcasing her fat ass I want to bury my dick in, a slice of stomach showing from her cut-off tee, full tits pushing out the material.
“That your woman?” Loki, the Reno Prez asks, coming to stand beside me. His head tilts as his eyes rake over her from top to bottom, a storm passing in his eyes.
“Yeah,” I growl in warning. I don’t like the way this fucker is doing shit to her in his head. A sinister smirk hooks his lips.
“I’d have my patch on her back if I were you. Bitch like that needs locked down, brother.”
My chest vibrates with rage. The urge to pull my knife out and cut his eyes from the sockets is almost overbearing. Kahn drops a hand on my shoulder and nods to his Prez, who fucks off inside the clubhouse without another glance.
“That the one who had you moping around like a lost puppy?” he teases, handing me another beer.
“I don’t mope.” I chug the beer, hoping it will put out the fire raging inside me.
“She’s a fine piece of ass, brother.” He whistles, checking her out.
“I will bury that bottle in your sternum,” I warn him.
Releasing a belly laugh that gets the women’s attention, he slaps my back. “You’re fucked.”
“How’s that?”
“Because if you don’t make her your official ol’ lady, every brother from here to Kingdom Come will be vying for her attention.”
Willa is mine. I don’t give a fuck who tries to make a move on her, she will shut that shit down quick and I’ll end them. Her eyes clash with mine, always seeking me out, a smile just for me on her lips.
“I love you,” she mouths, biting that lip. I nod my head toward the clubhouse, and her eyes spark with lust.
“Thanks for the hospitality, brother.” I slap his chest and get my girl back to our hotel room.
Twenty-Six
Willa
My body is so relaxed, I’d probably float away if Gabe’s arms weren’t anchoring my body to the bed. My body hums, tingling all over from being thoroughly ravaged. His touch is urgent, claiming my body littered with his bite marks.
“I love you. You know that, right?” he asks, his eyes focused on the ceiling. Cold fear rinses through me. God, what would I do if he didn’t want me anymore? A million scenarios run through my mind until I realize I’m being absurd. I feel how much he loves me, craves me. “Baby, you listening to me?” he asks, pushing me onto my back and covering me in him.
“I do.” I smile up at him, running a hand through his hair.
“You’re it for me, my whole fucking world.” His brows crash down at the intensity of his confession. “I never want to be without you, and I want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
Air squeezes from my lungs. “What are you saying?”