Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
When he was about a foot away from my face, I thrust the dick in the air like a goddamn sword, and brought it down across his face, smacking him so hard in the face that he literally fell backwards, back hitting the ground like a ton of bricks.
I didn’t waste time in staring at him though. I wielded my two-foot dick like The Rock in Walking Tall, and started beating the absolute shit out of him. I stayed with his face until I was sure he passed out, and then started on the rest of him. The sound of the dick hitting his flesh sounded about like one would think. Skin hitting skin.
Each thwack of the dildo striking his body sent a surge of exhilaration through me. A sense of justice. “Take that, mother fucker. Remember all those times you did the same thing to me? Yeah, well payback’s a bitch!”
James amused voice flowed over me like a caress in the night. “You can stop now, June. The man’s down. And his pride will forever be broken.”
“Oh, yeah it will. I got that shit on video. We’re going to send this to YouTube.” Ember drawled.
I looked up to find Gabe’s lifted Chevy angled sideways through the parking spots, half her body hanging out the window as she wielded her iPhone in her hand, no doubt recording it just as she’d said she’d been doing.
My mouth twisted into a smile.
“That’s Zander. My ex.” I said, pointing with the dick to the dick laying on the ground.
“We figured that when you started saying that you were going to show him what a thorough fucking felt like. You’d make it last more than thirty seconds though.” James drawled.
My face blushed, and I suppressed a manic giggle that threatened to spill from my mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, sweet cheeks. Let’s get these boys loaded into Gabe’s truck, we’ll take them to the shop and see what they have to say.” James instructed as he walked towards the truck.
It was then that I saw the three other men, besides Zander, knocked out on the ground, looking in much worse shape than Zander was. I’d seen quite a few broken bones in my day, mostly on myself, but these men had visibly broken bones. Which made me cringe.
“Hand me the duct tape, my lady.” James teased, as he walked to Ember’s window with an extended hand.
She handed over a brand new roll, and James went back to each man, effortlessly wrapping it around each man’s legs, arms, and mouth with quick expert movements. Then he tossed them like a sack of potatoes into the back of the truck, stacking them like wood, two wide.
“Alright, let me get my bike, and I’ll follow directly behind you to Free.” He said.
After a quick phone call to tell Sam what had happened, we pulled into Free a few minutes later to find Gabe, Max, Sam, Sebastian, my father, Elliott, and Jack waiting with their arms across their chests in front of the garage, bay doors open. When Ember pulled up, she yelled out the open window.
“Want me to back it in?” She yelled over the rumble of the motor.
“No!” Was chorused by not only everyone in front of her, but everyone in the truck with her.
That gave a sort of relief of the tension that was slowly amounting, and we all exited the trucks. Gabe backed his truck into the garage, and Sam closed the doors behind him.
The sound of the doors closing were like the sound of a closing a casket. Final.
***
Later that night
“Shiloh, do you want to try to have a baby?” James voice came to me in the dark.
He’d come into our room a few minutes ago, and promptly headed to the bathroom to shower the ingrained smell of margarita off his skin. I’d listened, half asleep, as he stripped. Clothes hitting the floor. Boots. Gun being placed on the counter. Extra magazines being placed directly next to the gun. Keys, loose change, and his phone in a bowl next to the sink.
He had a system when he dressed and undressed, and did exactly the same thing every time.
He took a shower in the dark, knowing his way around without needing the light to guide his way. I’d assumed he thought I was sleeping when he came in, that was why he didn’t invite me to join him, nor turn on the lights.
Now, though, he was asking me this question knowing I was awake to hear it. Which meant that I didn’t mishear him. He was honestly asking me if I wanted a baby.
“Uhhh,” I answered intelligently.
“I want another baby. I didn’t think I did, but I do. Not right now, but eventually.” He hastily explained.
Something panged in my heart. Sadness filled me when I thought about my ability to have children. I wasn’t sure if I could, and if this was something James truly wanted, he wouldn’t be able to get it from me.
“James,” I whispered. “I would love to have a baby with you, but you have to know that the chances of having them with me are slim. Not to mention nearly impossible with you having a vasectomy and me having issues.”
His weight hit the bed, and I felt the covers shift as he maneuvered the comforter over his body, staying on his side of the bed. Which was normal. He wasn’t much of a cuddler. I wasn’t either so it worked out well. I wanted my own blanket. I didn’t want to fight over covers half the night. Which was why we also slept with two different blankets.
Although probably weird, it worked for us. Every once in a while, I’d sneak my toes over to his side of the bed and bury them under his thigh or back, but most of the time I stayed on my side.
“I’d get it reversed. But we’d probably need to both go see a doctor afterwards to make sure it was feasible to even contemplate. Would you do that?” He asked into the darkness.