Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
I grin and pull back, gripping her thighs wide to change the angle, still fucking her harder and harder. Her pussy clenches around me harder and faster until overwhelming aftershocks rock my body. “Fuck, Sophie.”
I collapse on top of her, hips still pumping slower and slower until I’m completely fucking spent. I lean forward, taking her mouth again as I roll to my side, bringing her with me because I can’t stop fucking kissing her, touching her, reveling in the soft cries she makes when my fingers slip between her thighs.
It’s the best damn night I’ve had in a long time, and though I didn’t know it then, it’s that night that helps me get through my time in County.
However long that may be.
CHAPTER NINE
Sophie
Relief washes over me when I get to the clinic and find Nova in his office, sitting at his desk at work on his laptop. “Hey, Boss. You’re here.”
He looks up with a smile that shows signs of strain around the edges. “I’m here.”
“How’s Joaquin doing?”
His smile is more genuine at that question. “He’s actually doing pretty well, considering. Willow takes good care of him.”
“Great to hear.” I look around his office, which looks the same as it always does, leading me to think it must be me who feels different. “Uhm… I have a question. It’s not a work-related question, so feel free to tell me to mind my own business, but I’d like to know.”
“Okay. Shoot. I’ll answer if I can.”
His words surprise me, but I take them at face value. “Well, I have a few questions.” I’m fidgeting and I don’t like it. “Did you get my messages? I called and texted you the other day and you never responded. Is everything okay? I’m curious about Tank. What do you know about him getting arrested?”
Nova’s face tugs into a frown. “Sorry about that, Sophie. There’s just so much happening right now. I know Tank got arrested. I also know that it’s a huge mistake that’ll be over soon enough,” he says, shaking his head. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I’m worried about him. When Joaquin was here, we got to know each other a little, and I just wanted some…insight.” That’s one way of putting it. “What do you know about him? Do you know his real name?”
“Tank is a good man. Loyal and protective, a good brother. But sadly enough, I only know him as Tank. Ace or Dix might have that information. Why do you need to know?”
Shit. Do I tell Nova I want to go see Tank in lockup? No. He may tell me not to go or not to get involved. So I keep that to myself.
“I’m just curious. Like, I know your name is Nova Bishop. But all I know about Tank is…Tank.”
Nova chuckles. “My real name isn’t Nova, if you can believe that. It’s the name the MC gave me when I got patched in. My real name is Kane. Kane Bishop.”
“No way. Why do they call you Nova?” This is interesting. I thought I knew more about Nova and the MC. Guess I don’t.
Nova looks at me with a smirk on his face. “Because I’m a doctor, and the club thought it was cool to name me Nova. As in Nova. Kane. Get it? Novocain.” He smiles and returns to the laptop. “Do you need anything else?”
“Uhm…no,” I say, planning my next move. “Are you doing okay?”
“Yeah,” he says. “I’m doing all right. Thanks for asking.”
“Okay then. See you tomorrow,” I say and turn to leave the clinic.
I get in my car and head over to Ace Motors for answers. Well, really just one answer. Tank’s legal name.
My gaze lands on a woman with a very round, pregnant belly hustling across the parking lot. She’s wearing a flowing dress that stops just below her knees, and I pull into a parking spot right beside her. “Excuse me? Hello?”
The woman stops walking, one hand still holding her belly as she turns to me with a scowl on her face. “Yeah, what is it?”
“Do you know where I might be able to find Ace?” I ask, trying to keep my tone polite and friendly.
The woman’s expression shifts in a way that leaves me puzzled. Her lips purse and her gaze narrows suspiciously. “Who’s asking?”
I flash a warm smile, attempting to defuse the tension. “I’m Sophie, and I work at the clinic with Dr. Bishop. I’m…uhm…” I pause, searching for the right words to explain my request, “I’m looking for information on Tank so I can visit him in jail. We worked the late shift together, caring for Banger, and I just heard the news.”
Another woman with dark hair and fitted black jeans joins the pregnant woman, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. “What’s happening here?”
The pregnant woman snorts. “She wants to visit Tank in lockup.”