Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Hey, sunshine,” I managed when Chase pulled his fingers out, only to plunge three in. I groaned, my legs already trembling.
It had been way too long since I’d been with him like this.
“I see Chase made it safely,” she teased, a shit-eating grin tilting her lips. Jessica called her name, and she moved the phone away from her face for a moment, shouting, “I’ll be there in just a minute!” When she looked back at me, her smile was coy and full of teasing promises that made my cock throb. “I’m helping Jessica paint their living room. You two have fun. Let me know how hard he makes you come.” She blew me a kiss. “Love you both.”
And then, she was gone. I dropped the phone to the bed just as Chase removed his fingers. The tip of his cock pressed against my hole, and I bore down, letting him inside with a long, drawn-out groan.
“Fuck yes,” Chase hissed, his hands gripping my hips. His fingertips dug into my skin as he eased out. But when he pushed back in, it was hard and punishing, driving me up onto my toes. I moaned and pressed back, meeting him thrust for thrust. No words were needed between us. Animalistic grunts filled the room as Chase used me. And I fucking let him because he felt so damn good.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped. “I’m so fucking close, Trigger. I need you to come, baby.”
The moment my fist wrapped around myself, I detonated, coming all over the side of my bed and the floor. Chase moaned a moment later, his hips falling off rhythm, and then, he was coming, too. Filling me up. Marking me as his.
“Fuck,” he panted, leaning over my back and wrapping his arms around me.
I nodded, my breath sawing out of my lungs. “Fuck is right,” I managed.
His breathy laughter vibrated against my back, and I grinned.
“You two—my office,” Johnston said as he walked into the clubhouse, Aaliyah hot on his heels. She smiled at Chase and dropped a kiss to his cheek before she disappeared down the hall to their room, her red hair bouncing around her shoulders like some runway model.
I’d never truly been interested in Aaliyah like that, but I had to admit she was a beautiful damn woman. Johnston was lucky as fuck to call her his.
Chase frowned at me. I shrugged. Fuck if I knew why we were being summoned to Johnston’s office.
We both stood and followed Johnston. When we walked inside, he made a motion for us to shut the door. Chase did while I dropped into the chair across from Johnston’s desk, wincing when pain shot through my ass. Chase’s lips twitched with a smirk as he leaned a hip on the side of the chair and crossed his arms over his chest, giving Johnston his undivided attention.
“Are you interested in transferring charters?” Johnston asked me.
I blinked because that had come out of left fucking field. “What?”
Johnston sighed in irritation. Fuck knew he was not a fan of repeating himself. “Are you—”
I held up a hand, shaking my hand. “Wait—no. I heard you. It just shocked me.” I glanced up at Chase, then nodded, focusing back on Johnston. “Yes, eventually. I’d like to transfer charters. But I know that’s not doable right now.”
“We’re good with long distance, no matter how long that has to be,” Chase told him, his hand dropping to settle on my shoulder. I reached up to gently squeeze it.
“I know you weren’t going to bring this up on your own with everything going on,” Johnston said. “And Chase understands the club life. He’s the VP of the Texas Charter for a reason. But when all this Russian bullshit is over with, Trigger, you can transfer. Scorpion has already agreed to take you on. You’ll drop rank, but—”
“I don’t care about rank,” I told him honestly. “Just being allowed to transfer at all is enough, Prez.”
He scoffed, scowling at me. “You really thought I’d make you three do long distance forever, Trigger? If I had to do long-distance with my wife at all, I’d probably lose my fucking mind. I’m an asshole, but I’m not fucking heartless.”
I smirked. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
He pointed a finger at me, and my smirk widened into a grin. “Don’t test me.” He made a waving motion. “Get the fuck out of my office. I’ve got shit to do.”
I stood, and Chase pulled open the door, stepping out first. I paused in the doorway, holding the handle. Turning to look back at Johnston, I said, “I know I’ve got a while here still, but I want you to know, you gave me a home and a family, Johnston. That’s something I’ll never be able to repay.”
He sighed, scowling at his laptop, not even bothering to look at me. “I’m not a sentimental fucker, Trigger, but you men gave me somewhere to belong, too. You trusted me when you didn’t know shit about me.” He jerked his chin toward the hall, then looked down at the spreadsheet in front of him. “Now get. I really do have shit to do.”