Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
His hands roam my skin, palm my breasts, tease my nipples. He chews on my lip, bites my shoulder, and pulls me into the shower with him. I strip off my panties and step into the warm water, and I don’t have time to acclimate before he’s on me.
He pins me to the wall and kisses me deep and hard as I moan and feel his hard cock press against my stomach. I reach down and take him in my hands, marveling at his length and thickness, iron-hard already.
I stroke him, spit into my palms, and stroke him some more. He growls into my mouth and groans in pleasure. I shouldn’t tease the beast but I can’t help myself. He spreads my legs roughly and slides his fingers up and down my slick pussy before dropping down to his knees and gripping my ass with both hands.
I gasp in shock as his mouth finds my clit. He licks me like an animal, lapping me up, his mouth all over my pussy like he can’t get enough. “Another taste,” he says as I moan his name and pull his wet hair. “Just one more fucking taste was all I asked, and god damn it, Tara, you’re worth it.”
He laps me faster, sliding his tongue inside, and I go blank as my brain loses its connection with my body. Pleasure peaks and rolls and builds in my core, and his mouth is like heaven, his tongue like a monster, and I roll my hips as I pant and moan. He sucks my clit and I come in a cascade of impossible peaks, one after the other, reaching higher and higher until he’s standing again and supporting my weight.
I collapse against him. I purr into his chest as he holds me. The wound is inches from my mouth. I kiss the puckered skin before he pushes me back against the wall, but this time, I’m the one that drops to my knees. I take him in my mouth, rolling my tongue around his tip and sucking him.
He groans and wraps his hand into my hair. I lick him root to top and suck hard, tasting his precum on my tongue. I moan as my spit covers his shaft.
I move faster, faster, taking him deeper into my throat before he comes on my tongue with a low growl of bliss. He pulls me to my feet and kisses me slowly, sensually, holding me tight against him, and I let the warmth of his touch and the heat of the water wash away my doubts and fears. I let myself sink into the moment with him, looking up into his eyes.
And for the first time, guilt assaults me.
Guilt like a tidal wave.
“What’s wrong?” he asks and I shake my head, trying to smile.
“Just wondering what the hell happened to you is all.”
He grunts and turns off the water. We get out together and begin to towel off.
“We were at a club of mine speaking with some associates from the Hayle family.” He doesn’t look at me as he talks. He’s telling the story in a low tone like he’s trying his best to relate what happened without any emotions in his voice to color the story. “It was a routine meeting. I was getting a feel for what some of the captains and lieutenants were thinking. Things were going fine, we were having a productive discussion, when six gunmen kicked in the door and started shooting.” He grimaces and closes his eyes.
I get out gauze and tape from the first aid kit and cover his wound. When that’s finished, we head into the bedroom and get dressed. I help him into bed and he collapses against the pillow, face-first. I turn off the lights and curl up beside him, running my fingers down his spine.
“We lost men tonight,” he says, voice muffled. “The Hayle family and my own crew.”
“Finn? Rory?”
“Both of them are fine, but we lost others you haven’t met.” He rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. “This is the price of leadership. When something goes wrong, it falls on me. There’s nobody else to blame for what happened. I should’ve had more muscle at that club. We fought them back, but more lives could’ve been spared if I was ready.”
“It’s not your fault. You can’t predict the future.”
“But I should try anyway.” He closes his eyes and lets out a low, rumbling sigh. “I didn’t think Hugh would start moving on me this early, and I absolutely didn’t think he’d do it when his own men were in the room. But as soon as that door opened, those bastards were already on the floor like they knew it was coming.”
“What are you going to do?” My heart races quickly thinking about what retribution Kellen’s got planned.