Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
The moment I got it open, I found the door pushed open, and my back against the wall with two hundred and forty pounds of man flesh in my hands.
“Fuck, but I missed you.”
And this time, everything that happened was more than real.
By the time he showed me just how real, I was on the floor with my head halfway under the bed. The pretty chevron bed skirt was covering half my face, and I found myself wondering if this was how life was going to go for me from now on.
Were we always going to have sex this good? Was Truth just some sex master who just knew how to manipulate women’s bodies or were we special?
My hope was that we were special together.
“I’m sorry.”
His sincere apology had me blinking in surprise.
“What?” I asked, startled.
He pulled out of me, slapped a towel on my vagina, and yanked me out from under the bed by my hips.
I gasped, the carpet burning my back and ass, and glared.
“Ouch,” I snapped. “Gently, motherfucker.”
He snorted.
“I said, I’m sorry,” he repeated again.
“Why?” I asked suspiciously.
“What do you mean, why?”
His brows lowered, and he looked at me for a few long seconds before sighing and offering me his hand.
I took it, and he hauled us both up by our feet at the same time.
The man was amazingly in shape, and I felt like a lard ass next to him.
But he didn’t seem to care about my lard, nor my carpet burned ass.
His eyes were worried, and I waited for him to say whatever it was he was trying not to say.
“I’m not very good at this husband thing,” he admitted finally.
I waited for more, but none was forthcoming.
Leaning to the side so I could waddle and hold the towel at the same time, I walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before responding.
“I’m not very good at being a wife.”
He snorted and followed close behind me.
“We’re going to bungle through this together then,” he said as he gathered my naked body into his.
“What was the meeting in Louisiana about?” I asked, curious as hell to see what he would say.
Would he tell me the truth? I already had the truth…at least what I knew to be the truth. Jessie—no JJ—had told me that it was some meeting about moving to Texas and starting a new chapter.
I wondered if he had been assigned to there. JJ had also told me that the decision wouldn’t be their call. If they were asked to go, they’d have to go.
And I kind of wanted to.
There was nothing holding me here. I didn’t have a job—not really. Sure, Truth was currently keeping me employed, but it wasn’t like it was something that I really needed to be there for. I was there as moral support. The pub ran like a well-oiled machine, and I was sure if I left, they wouldn’t notice I was missing.
They hadn’t in that week I’d been gone and avoiding Truth.
In fact, I’d gotten there to check over our incoming merchandise lists, and it’d already been done. Nobody would tell me directly, but I assumed it was Truth who’d done it because nobody else had the files and passwords to get in but him—the same person to give me them in the first place.
“It’s been decided to open up a new chapter in Texas, and we were asked for volunteers to see who would like to go up there and start it. The volunteers wouldn’t have to stay, but it would be something that would last about six to eight months while the club established its roots and made sure everything was smoothed out in the city before we pulled out and left the remaining members to carry on without us,” Truth offered without hesitation.
“And did you volunteer?” I asked hesitantly.
He shook his head and reached for his jeans.
“Fuck no,” he said as he slid them on.
He didn’t bother with a shirt. And he barely bothered with his pants seeing as he didn’t worry to do up the belt.
The pants hung low on his hips. So low, in fact, that his happy trail and those little indents on either side of his groin were showing, making me wonder if it was possible to go again after the orgasm that I’d just had.
And as I watched him bend and twist, moving about the room as he unloaded his pocket and got rid of his belt, I realized that yes, it was indeed possible to go again in such a short amount of time.
I knew he knew how I was feeling, too. The way he watched me watch him had me nearly reaching for his pants—if I hadn’t been interrupted by another freakin’ knock on the door.
“This is ridiculous,” I groaned. “How fucking hard is it to let a woman sleep in?”