Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
—Athena to Maven
ATHENA
I freaked out the entire way home.
Even worse, I was still slightly excited, too.
If he was at my house right now, I’d throw myself at him.
My phone rang when I was about to pass the gas station, and I pulled into it and stopped at the front.
“Hey,” I said to Shasha.
“Hey,” his deep voice cracked like a whip across the line. “Why didn’t you listen and not go there by yourself?”
I sighed. “How did you know I went?”
“Because I got a phone call that told me, in no uncertain terms, to stay the fuck away from you, and stop funding your suicide missions,” he answered.
I felt my left eye twitch.
“I wasn’t in danger,” I lied.
“It doesn’t matter.” He went on, “You won’t be doing that again unless I’m there to go with you. Or Dima.”
Grumbling under my breath, I got out, taking my phone and my wallet with me.
I left the keys, mostly because I doubted anyone would steal my car.
If they did, it would probably be a blessing.
I just couldn’t force myself to get rid of the POS car that Gavrel had bought for a steal when he was sixteen, then gave to me when he was done with it.
It probably needed replaced five years ago, but I was a sentimental little shit, and couldn’t do it.
“Are you listening to me?” Shasha snapped.
“I am listening to the best of my ability.” I paused. “Hey, should I get butterscotch or Dr. Pepper flavored ice cream?”
There was a long pause before Shasha said, “Butterscotch. Dr. Pepper flavored ice cream sounds disgusting.”
“Weirdo,” I said. “Hey, have you talked to Maven today?”
“Yes,” he answered. “She told me you were staying in.”
I laughed. “I’m not exactly going to tell my pregnant best friend that I’m going to a motorcycle club biker bar, now am I? She’d probably freak out and try to go.”
“True,” he hesitated. “Seriously, don’t go there again without backup.”
After agreeing, I got my Dr. Pepper ice cream and headed to the register.
By the time I got home, there was a motorcycle in my driveway, and my heart started to pound.
It was only when the biker took his helmet off that my panic subsided, and a different kind of feeling overtook me.
I’m not sure who moved first, but before I could ask him what he was doing there, or hell, put my ice cream in the freezer, we were throwing ourselves at each other.
He caught me, helmet in one hand, and my ass in the other.
At some point he must’ve dropped the helmet, though, because seconds later I found my ass on the hood of my car, and him kissing the hell out of me.
I’d hyped myself up on the way to my brother’s place, telling myself that Gable wasn’t as good as I made him out to be.
But with one kiss, he reminded me exactly how good he was.
My ass screeched on the worn-out paint of my car as he yanked me down, and then he was laying me back and following me down.
Gavrel’s place was in a quiet neighborhood in between Frisco and Sunnyvale.
It had seven other houses on the block, with three of those houses being in the same cul-de-sac as his place.
There was a neighbor who was a total bitch who liked to call the HOA on my car, my inability to collect my newspaper as soon as it was delivered, and the fact that I put my trash out too early on Thursdays.
Most likely, she was watching us right now, recording so she could report this particular event, too.
But with Gable’s mouth on mine, I forgot why I should be concerned.
I was too focused on how his cock felt against my still bare pussy.
How he was kissing me so deep that I felt it in my soul.
I reached for his belt buckle, urgently ripping his jeans open to get to his cock.
He didn’t help me, instead focusing on plundering my mouth.
His hands also worked on my top, pulling free the knot that he’d tied so tightly earlier.
His belt buckle hit the car’s hood with a loud clink, and his buttons popped down the length of his arousal.
Pop-pop-pop-pop.
I reached into his underwear and grasped his cock, pulling him free of his pants.
He hissed out a breath when my hand curled around his thick shaft.
And without a single ounce of thought, I had him at my entrance and he was once again pushing inside.
I groaned, loving the way he filled me so full.
“Sweet baby,” he rasped. “You feel so good.”
Did the man know how freakin’ potent his words were?
Did he know that I liked how much he praised me?
The way he squeezed my ass when our eyes met let me know that he understood.
I pulled his mouth to mine once again, and lifted my hips, urging him forward.