Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Her fingers dance across my chest and under the edge of my shirt. They're cool against my skin, and her touch is making my cock stir to life. Fuck, I can't remember wanting anyone so fucking badly before. Sex is easy, but this is deeper than that, I wanna fucking devour her.
“Sledge,” Shelby sighs my name when I kiss along her jaw and down to her neck. She's clinging to me, and when my hand skims up her side and brushes the side of her breast, she pushes into it. “I shouldn't, but… it's been so long and all of a sudden you three are here and it's making me want things again… I just…”
“Don't think. Just feel.” I tell her, nibbling her neck and cupping her breast in my hand, stroking my thumb across her nipple. “Will you let me take care of you?”
Shelby hesitates, but then she nods.
13
SHELBY
What am I doing?
Sledge's mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding as he practically carries me into the house and throws me down on the couch. This isn't me, not anymore, but ever since these bikers crashed into my life, I feel awake again for the first time in years. It makes me want more. Want to remember that I'm not just a scared woman hiding from her violent ex anymore, or Mia's mom. My little girl is my life, but it's been so long since I thought of myself as someone who has needs and wants.
Sledge's hands are on the waist of my pants, and I push up to help him, lifting my hips so he can slide them off. He tosses them aside and runs his big, rough hands up the outside of my thighs.
“Fucking hell, you're so damn beautiful,” he growls.
So is he, though I doubt he wants to hear it. The color in his hazel eyes shifts with the light, green, gray, blue, brown, and all of it on fire for me. Sledge is built like a fighter, big and solid. His hair is chopped short, and feels wild and soft under my fingers. He doesn't have as many tattoos as Havoc or Phoenix, but the ones he does have look like they're meant to be there, like his ink is part of his very soul.
He settles between my legs, pushing up my shirt. Sledge lowers his head, kissing his way down my stomach. He lingers over the faint stretch marks, nipping at them, then kisses them away. My cheeks heat, but I don't try to stop him. I know how silly it is to be embarrassed of the marks that remind me of how much I love my daughter. If they bother him, then he doesn't deserve to be in our lives. Not that they seem to.
When he pulls my panties aside and brushes his lips over my clit, my breath catches in my throat. It's been too long since I've felt this kind of pleasure, and I don't know how to handle it. I close my eyes, my fingers tangling in his hair as he lowers his mouth and slides his tongue through my folds. I moan, arching into his touch as he strokes me, exploring every inch of me until I'm trembling and whimpering his name, begging him to fill me with something, anything.
“Fuck, Shelby, you are so fucking sweet.” He growls against my skin. The man who could barely get a word out when he got here is proving that there is absolutely nothing wrong with his tongue.
“Please, I need—”
“I know what you need, baby girl. You're gonna get it.”
Sledge locks his mouth over my clit as one of his thick fingers teases at my entrance before pushing in, stretching me open. He growls, the vibration of it against my clit making my body shake. My head falls back and my hips roll to meet his thrusts. My whole body is wound up so tight, I feel like I'm going to explode.
“Sledge!” I cry out, tugging on his hair as I feel the first wave of my orgasm roll through me. My body clenches around him, squeezing him as pleasure courses through me. He stays with me, pumping his finger and circling his tongue over my clit until my legs are shaking and I'm pulling away because it's all too much.
He pulls away, kissing his way up my body until he's leaning over me and staring into my eyes. He's smiling, and I can see the pride in his eyes that he did that for me, along with a hint of vulnerability. Someone has hurt this man, made him doubt himself. He's waiting for me to push him away, but that's not happening.
I lean in and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. “That was amazing,” I whisper against his mouth.
“Should I…?” I ask, sliding my hand down between us to cup his cock through his jeans.