Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
I can’t contain my smile as I relive the feel of the beast purring between my thighs. Kane sits behind me, he was never a damsel in distress type where he needed to be the one to drive. He held onto me as I rode through town. He gave me that power and he kicked the shit out of anyone who mocked him for it.
Remembering how empowered Kane Jessop always made me feel, just further drills in the fact that this once very vicious and nasty boy would be such an incredible dad to a little girl we never got to raise.
He never once told me he’s a man so he should do XYZ. Not once. He only ever told me I could do anything I fucking wanted. Including riding on a Harley too big for me that I didn’t even have a proper license for. He had that much faith in my abilities.
I climb off the bike, feeling emotionally overloaded, and then I climb back on but this time I’m facing him. I kiss him, deep and desperate, powerful and damaged. I cling to his shoulders and lose myself in his flavor, wishing I went back all those years ago and lived through this hell with him by my side. Wishing I hadn’t carried this pain alone.
“Promise me you’re not going to do something stupid if this doesn’t go the way we want,” Kane whispers, leaning back and I know exactly what he’s saying. “Only just got you back. If you fuckin’ die now… I’m followin’ you. You feel me?”
Nodding, I kiss him again and push his jacket off his arms. “I promise.”
His enthusiasm for touching me increases at my words and he lifts us both off the mounted bike and starts to strip.
Laughing tearfully, I remove my clothes right there with him, marveling at his incredible body that is covered in such amazing tattoos that highlight the grooves of his muscles and strength.
“I ain’t never leaving you again, Kane Jessop,” I promise when he straddles the bike and pulls me onto his lap. I rock against his length which is hot and trapped between us, soaking the length of him in my juices until he’s slick enough to slide inside and bring such incredible pleasure to us both. I moan, a genuine sound as a result of so many fucking tingles that him being inside of me brings.
“I’m not,” he corrects in jest, poking fun of me picking up his accent and the way he talks.
“Did somebody call the grammar police? Do I hear sirens?”
Laughing, he bites my lip and with his hands on my hips, he guides my rhythm while his thick, rough thumb rolls over my clit. It’s incredible.
I bounce a little, moving up and down, clenching the walls of my sex around him. We both get lost in it, grunting and groaning as our pleasure rises and our movements get more frantic. We seek to get more of the good stuff, terrified if we stop for even a second we’ll lose this torturous wave of euphoria.
I grip him tight and choke as my orgasm which started in my womb, invades my entire body and rewrites my brain. He follows, holding my hips still as he pulses and throbs inside of me, desperate to seat himself in as deep as he can conquer. Problem is he’s huge, and as deep as he wants is just a bit too deep for me to handle.
With a smack to his shoulder, I adjust my position and bite his ear. “Let me go you giant.”
“Nope,” he rebuts with a mischievous smile.
“I need to shower. So do you.”
He chuckles and allows me my freedom, then follows me into the house, smacking my bare ass full force which makes me shriek in pain and run for dear life so he can’t do it again.
2 Weeks Later
I can’t take it anymore. I’ve waited a lifetime… my kid’s lifetime… to finally meet her. I haven’t been allowed to see photographs; I haven’t been allowed to hear her voice. Because a judge has ruled that she needs a DNA test to prove we are the parents. Webber is supervising it, so he gets to meet her before we do and it just feels so unfair.
I’m not waiting anymore. Kane is trying to keep me grounded but I can’t do this.
Which is why at noon I mount my bike. I am not going to approach her. I just want to see her. I just want to look at her.
I need to look at her. I mean how many schools are there in Austin anyway?
Google tells me there are a lot of schools in Austin. Google tells me there are a lot of schools everywhere. Will I know her if I see her? What if I don’t drive to the right one?