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)
Next thing I know, a red-headed bombshell with the plumpest fucking lips I’ve ever seen walks up and wraps her arm around my waist.
Chapter 28
Candi
Lynch’s body heat is barely clinging to the sheets when I wake in the darkness of the room. My ears perk, listening to see if he’s in the bathroom. Silent emptiness fills the room. Only the bass thumping from the party in the living room trickles in.
I let my eyes close again. I’m beyond tired. The orgasms Lynch is able to wrench from my body are stronger than any I’ve ever been able to achieve on my own. They leave me drained and weak.
Lynch poured himself inside of me. He didn’t even bother reaching for a condom before slamming into me. It’s the only reason I don’t feel apprehensive when I climb out of bed and use his shower like I own the thing.
He kisses me.
He plants his mouth at the apex of my thighs and devours me.
I’ve slept in his bed at the house.
He’s taken me twice in his room here.
He doesn’t do any of that with the other girls.
Xena may have her opinion of him, but his actions speak louder than words. Her opinion is based on what she’s seen, what she’s experienced. She believes he won’t ever settle down, that one woman couldn’t satisfy him for the long haul. That’s her truth because that’s who he shows her. That’s who he is around the other women and his club members.
With me, he’s different. With me, he’s careful, making sure he gives me what I want, only what I can take. He knows my boundaries better than I do, and most days he nudges that line back a little further, but never throws me in the deep end expecting me to swim.
My smile is simple, thoughtful, as I wash him and Ronan from my skin. The scent of sex and arousal linger until it’s replaced with Lynch’s masculine body wash. I don’t have to worry about washing him away. I know he’ll replace the spice of himself again soon.
Bubbles from the soap tickle my skin as they slide down every inch of my body before circling the drain and disappearing. Somehow the sight of them vanishing lights a spark inside of me, an urgency to be by his side again. In a rush, I rinse and dry before hastily pulling my tank top and yoga pants back on.
I don’t bother with my sandals once I realize I’d have to search for the one I kicked off in a rush to undress earlier. In bare feet, I pad down the hallway, only stopping at the sight of Xena standing in the hallway.
She frowns at me before pulling her cell from her ear. The light shadows her face in a way that makes my skin crawl. The same ominous feeling that pricked my skin in the shower returns. My smile, the one spreading my mouth wide in anticipation of seeing Lynch slides from my face.
“Hey,” she greets.
The fact that she’s refusing to meet my eyes is telling.
“Wanna grab a drink?” She hitches her thumb over her shoulder toward the area we’ve commandeered as ours when Molly and I are in the clubhouse.
“No thanks,” I respond cautiously. “I’m actually looking for Lynch.”
She’s unable to hide her wince, and my body goes on high alert as my eyes search over her.
She doesn’t look disheveled. Her long black hair is just as straight and perfect as it always is. Her cheeks aren’t flushed as if she’s recently orgasmed.
“Have you seen him?”
She stiffens but doesn’t respond.
“Have. You. Seen. Him?” I ask again, even though I know the answer. She wouldn’t be acting this way if she hadn’t. She wouldn’t be trying to distract me if she didn’t know what I was about to find was going to hurt me.
We’ve become friends. Honestly, every woman in the clubhouse I consider a friend. Piper is right on the cusp, but that’s mainly because of her age and the distance she places between us on her own.
I don’t even know who he’s with right now, but betrayal weighs heavy in my gut. One of my friends, one of the people I look forward to seeing every day is obeying her President and breaking my heart at the same time. My soul can’t distinguish between that and the pain I feel over Lynch. They bleed together, swirl and mix with one another until they form a mixture that seals up each and every brick Lynch knocked to the ground. The walls around my heart fortify. They gain strength and resiliency. Bricks turn to steel, and my frown fades, as does the tremble that settled in my lower lip.
“Where?” I ask, emotionless.
“He’s in room four.” I nod, walking past her and down the darkened hallway.
I don’t need to open the door to see for myself. I know the numbered rooms are only used for sex when the people who live here don’t want others in their personal space. Lynch didn’t bring Legs to his room with the crown on the door. They ended up in room four. I chuckle a humorless laugh at the thought that room four is his preference whether he realizes it or not.