Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“Yes, thank you.” I take a sip and finish my slice. Grease enters the bar and taps Cutter on the shoulder, jerking his chin toward the exit. I bite the inside of my cheek, watching them leave together. Slipping off my stool, I make my way to Callan’s office, relieved the door is open. My mood instantly shifts, the pizza turning sour in my stomach, when Georgina moves into view. Her slender frame is encased in a white dress that flows around her like liquid. Her dark hair loose and stark against the white fabric.
Callan’s gaze cuts across her head to my approach, and she follows his stare, the corner of her mouth curling. I stop abruptly when she slams the door closed, sending a gust of air into my face. I’m so past playing her high school mean-girl bullshit.
A second later, the door opens, and Callan stands there. “Out,” he orders her.
“Callan…” She places a hand on her chest, her mouth forming an O.
“I warned you about this shit, Georgina. If you can’t play nice, stay the fuck away.”
The fake hurt vanishes with a deathly sneer. “We’ll see who’s staying away when Jericho is home.” Storming past Callan she slows when she’s beside me. Folding her arms, she leans into me, a smug smile eclipsing the sneer. “Your days are numbered.”
Her words crash over me, the tide rushing in and pummeling me against the jagged rocks.
“Georgina,” I call after her as she saunters down the hall. “Your desperation is showing.” She doesn’t look back or retort.
Callan exhales, throwing his hands up in exasperation before resting them on his hips. “She’s been to see my dad.”
“That’s a bold move,” I say, moving closer to him and only stopping when I inhale his scent.
Pulling me into his arms, he rests his chin on my head. “She’s known him a long time.”
“Well, she’s not wrong about him wanting me to stay away.”
“She doesn’t know shit.”
He releases me and strides back into his office. Sinking into the chair behind the desk, his eyes flick between the monitors flashing videos from cameras around the compound.
Stepping over the threshold, I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms. “Where are Grease and Cutter going?”
He steeples his hands, tapping his forefingers against his chin. “I’ve never met an ol’ lady like you before.”
“What does that mean?”
He cuts an amused glance in my direction. “Involved with club business, asking questions a brother would approach with caution.”
“Would you prefer I was more like Georgina, swanning around in dresses you can see my nipples through? A pathetic damsel with a serpent tongue and so much desperation to suck your cock that I act like a fucking idiot?”
“Come here,” he orders in a rough tone, crooking his finger to summon me to him.
“No. You come here.” I lift my chin in defiance.
Fast as lightening, he’s across the room hooking me under the arms and carrying me to his desk. Lowering me down onto the cool surface, he pushes himself between my thighs.
“She’s a speck of dust in the stream of your glow, Rogue. No one could ever come close to you.” His nose brushes against my cheek. “And all the ways I fucking love you for it.”
“So, what do you want from me?” I ask, carnal need mixing with overwhelming love. It fills me up, muting the dread eating away at my chest.
“Everything,” he says, his voice so vulnerable, it brings tears to my eyes. “Every. Damn. Thing.” He punches each word out then steals my lips. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, dueling with mine. Warm, thick strokes consume, eliciting delicious sensations in every fiber of my being.
Tearing at the buttons of his jeans, I shove my hand inside. I caress the length of his hard cock, the pad of my thumb teasing his thick head. Pre-cum soaks into the flesh. Vibrations from his pocket buzz next to my thigh, and he groans for a whole other reason.
“Do you want to get that?” I grin against his lips.
“No.” He sighs, resting his head on mine. “But I have to.”
Reaching into his pocket, I grab his phone and hand it to him, releasing his cock.
He snatches it from me and swipes the screen. “Better be life or death,” he barks in greeting. The voice on the other end doesn’t sound familiar, and Callan doesn’t seem happy with whatever they’re saying. He grits his teeth, rubbing his hand over his jaw. “Burn it all.”
Moving from between my legs, he paces around the desk. “I don’t give a fuck!” he roars. “I’ll be there soon. He’s not there to open it, I’ll go get him my-fucking-self.” He ends the call and brushes a hand through his hair before buttoning his jeans. “Don’t pout.” He comes back between my legs, capturing my bottom lip between his forefinger and thumb. “I’ll be back soon.” He kisses the tip of my nose.