Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
When I step out of the shower, I take my time drying off, hoping on some off chance that Xena will have given up on me and left to go find someone to fuck.
No such luck.
Xena is waiting with a small smile on her face when I walk back into the room covered only by the bath towel.
My cheeks heat when her grin turns salacious.
“It’s like that, huh?” Teasing marks her tone, but the feral need burning in her eyes tell me she can turn serious in a split second.
“I’m not a lesbian,” I spit, eyes widening at the confession.
Her grin grows wider as she shrugs. “Neither am I, but we don’t really do labels around here.”
The warning in her voice is clear, and my mind revisits the conversation I had with Molly after my first night here. Slut-shaming and judgments of any kind won’t be permitted. I can do my own thing, but having an opinion one way or the other on what anyone else does won’t be tolerated.
Grabbing my tank top from the chair, I pull it over my head before climbing on the table.
“Do you want to keep the patch?”
I roll up, looking down at the apex of my thighs. “Might as well wax it all.”
Change is good, and lord knows the status quo isn’t quite working for me.
Xena sets to work, and I almost revel in the warmth of the wax as she spreads it over me. I know, however, that the soothing heat will be short-liv…
“Fuck,” I grunt when she quickly peels the first cloth strip away.
No matter how many times I have this done, that first strip is always a harsh slap to the face. I contemplate growing a full bush in an effort to deter Lynch from touching me, but knowing him, he’ll have someone hold me down and wax me to his specifications.
The thought of being restrained while Lynch orders others to do things to me is more appealing than it should be. My eyes flutter closed as the images flash through my mind. Ronan would hold down one arm while Xena would clasp the other. Lynch’s head would disappear between my legs.
I swallow roughly, barely registering the wax strip being peeled from my skin.
“Do you know how hard it is to concentrate on doing this right when I’m watching you slicken right before my fucking eyes?” The lusty intonation is back in her voice.
“Sorry,” I mumble, keeping my eyes closed. I can’t face her. I can’t even confess out loud just how damn deviant my thoughts are sometimes. I hadn’t even given a thought to my sexual bucket list in weeks. After being so uncomfortable with all of the sex acts happening around me in the clubhouse recently, I knew I’d never be relaxed enough to do some of those things myself, no matter how many times I dreamed of them before arriving at the Ravens Ruin MC.
Yet, I just had a bisexual three-way. Well, sort of. I don’t know what actually classifies a three-way, but surely two people touching and pleasing me sexually at the same time counts. I mark it off the mental list.
“Don’t be sorry.” Xena clears her throat just before cool, soothing fingers touch my delicate flesh. “This is to prevent irritated skin.”
I hold as still as humanly possible, wanting it yet terrified that she’s going to touch me again. She never brushes my clit. Never slips her slender finger inside of me, and I’m disappointed when she walks away to wash her hands in the bathroom.
“Thanks,” I holler as I jump off the table and tug my yoga pants up my legs. I’m out of the room before she steps back out of the bathroom.
Chapter 21
Lynch
“You seem agitated.”
My eyes narrow at my best friend in warning.
“We live for this shit,” he says.
“We need to get this shit under control,” I hiss as I stomp out a cigarette under my boot.
I don’t even smoke. I mean I may light up every once in a while, and pot is never fully clear of my system, but cigarettes are nasty as fuck. It only verifies just how chaotic my life has become.
“Without things like today, what fun would we have?” A devious smirk crosses his face.
“Pussy. We could all be balls deep in one of the girls, instead of dealing with this,” Hornet grunts from the other side of Briar. “You should try it sometime.”
Briar’s jaw snaps shut when I cock a challenging eyebrow in his direction.
My friend’s only release are things like what’s about to go down. He lives for it. Shooting a bullet through someone is equivalent to my shooting a load inside of Candi.
My eyes scan the empty parking lot of the shitty hotel we convened at an hour ago. The last thing I need right now is thoughts of that woman filtering into my head. She’s a fucking distraction, has been since the second she showed up.