Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Oh, I plan to.
THE WAFT OF SMOKE COMING from the darkness tells me he’s outside. After parking in the garage, I checked on both kids, who are soundly sleeping, then I head out to find him sitting on the front deck, boots up on the railing, cigarette in hand. Taking him in, shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans, my heart skips a beat. Spike still has the ability to make everything inside me turn to water.
My knees get weak.
My breath hitches.
He’s the very air I breathe.
Walking up behind him, I place my hand on his back, running it down his warm, muscled form. God damn. I want him more than he could ever possibly know.
“I’ve heard you’re getting up to no good,” I murmur, sliding around until I’m in front of him.
His hand lashes out, pulling me onto his lap as he flicks the cigarette over the railing. I frown at him, but he quickly takes that frown away when he leans in, his mouth finding my neck as his hands pull me closer, pressing my tiny body against his large one.
“Distracting me won’t help,” I murmur, closing my eyes, relishing in the way his lips feel moving over my flesh.
Pulling back, I meet his gaze, taking in those perfect eyes. I run my hand through his sandy colored hair—it’s not as long as it usually is, but it still gives him that rugged edge, especially with the bandana tied around his head. I slide it off, tossing it to the ground as I glide my fingers through his locks.
“Tell me what’s happening,” I say, not moving my gaze from his.
“Nothin’ is happenin’, Tom Cat. I’m cleanin’ up the mess.”
“What mess?”
“This town is overrun with scum; we’re losin’ our stance, and it’s time people remember who we are.”
Frowning, I tip my head to the side. “Violence isn’t always the way to go. Maybe Jackson is trying to change things up.”
“We’re a biker club, baby, not a fuckin’ dance studio. Violence is what we do.”
I exhale. “Have you spoken to Jackson about this?”
“Jackson is set in his ways, he don’t want to see what’s goin’ on right in front of him.”
My concern with Jackson and Spike is that one day they’ll clash. It has always been something that worries me. Spike is used to being in charge, and when the clubs merged, it was mostly handed over to Jackson even though Spike gets a huge say in how things run. I don’t think it’s enough for him, though. He wants to run it. He wants things to go his way. I am terrified of the tension that is going to cause.
“Things are finally good around here. It has been a long road for all of us. Maybe it’s time to set your focus on less.... murdery things.”
He grins. “Just because you’ve got your sweet ass on my cock doesn’t mean that I’m goin’ to automatically fall for your terrible advice, baby.”
I grin. “It was worth a shot. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. We have two kids now. Not to mention, I am still reliving the trauma of you being shot. I don’t think I can handle it again. So, can we maybe slow it down?”
He reaches up, running his finger over my bottom lip. “Am who I am. I can promise you I’m careful, but that’s all I can promise.”
I exhale. “I guess I have to accept that then. Just ... make sure you clean up your mess. We don’t need any more drama being brought to the club. Not after everything that has happened.”
“Enough talkin’ about the club. The kids are asleep and you’re leavin’ me for two days tomorrow. I can think of better things to do.”
He moves me so I’m straddling him, my mini skirt pushed wide open to reveal my panties. His finger slides between them and runs up and down my already wet sex. I bite my lip, my pussy aching for him. “It’s only two days, you’re acting like I’m going for a year.”
“Two days without you feels like a fuckin’ year,” he murmurs. “Don’t like bein’ where I can’t protect you.”
I snort. “What do you supposed I’m going to have happen? Maybe murdered by another student? Taken captive by a professor? Oh, maybe a frat boy will tie me up in his basement.”
He pinches my inner thigh, and I yelp, but I can’t keep the grin from spreading across my face. “It’s going to be okay, Danny, I promise.”
He mutters something under his breath before angrily shoving my panties aside and finding my soaked entrance. Pushing a finger in, he brings his mouth close to mine. “Remember one thing,” he growls, as he curls his finger up and presses that sweet spot, “this little cunt is mine, and mine only. Anyone so much as attempts to touch you, I will cut their fuckin’ dick off and feed it to them in front of the entire school.”