Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I just knew Alejandro well enough to know that after what’d happened, he’d want security and protection on us. And I didn’t operate that way.
Alejandro stood. “If this escalates, I’ll be bringing in Joey.”
I nodded once. “Understood.” I wouldn’t be able to stop him from bringing in others, even if I wanted. This was his territory and his home, and he and Joey shared a woman and were… something to each other. No one really actually knew except for his own club.
Besides, Joey was at least easy to get along with, and he didn’t like stepping on anyone’s else’s toes either. Having him around probably wouldn’t be terrible.
14
Blayke
Itilted my head back beneath the hot spray, letting the hot water massage all the tension from my muscles. It’d been a long day, and while I wanted to spend more time working on Noah’s nerves and watching her reactions to me—because fuck, they were beautiful—I was so damn tired. And tomorrow was just going to be another long day, and to top it all off, I was going to be stuck in a fucking cage.
Goddamn Alejandro.
I slicked my hair back from my forehead and rolled my shoulders. My burner phone vibrated on the counter, and I groaned in annoyance, leaning out of the shower enough to flip it open and answer Johnston’s call.
“What?” I griped, stepping fully back into the shower. “Didn’t Geek fill you in already?”
“It’s your job to fill me in,” Johnston replied. “Yet I haven’t heard from you. You know what I’ve gotten from you, Blayke? Radio silence.”
“Because Geek filled you in,” I reiterated. “I just want to shower and crash in bed, Prez. Don’t know why you need a report from me, too.”
“Because you’re my fucking VP, and you’re in charge of this shit, Blayke. That is why I want to hear from you.”
The bathroom door opened, and Noah appeared, not a stitch of clothing on her body. Johnston was saying something else, but I was no longer listening. Not with the absolute perfection of a woman that was standing in front of me. She was petite everywhere. Thin arms, slim legs. She barely had a chest—A-cup at best. And her ass was tiny but still had a slight curve to it that came from manual labor instead of genetics.
“Fuck, mama,” I rasped.
“Did you just call me mama?” Johnston snapped.
I rolled my eyes and reached for my phone. “No, mother fucker. Go away. I’ve got better company.” I jabbed my finger on the end button, then snapped the phone shut and tossed it into the bathroom sink. Then, I grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the shower with me, my lips curving when her tiny body pressed against mine.
“Hello, little mama,” I murmured, leaning down to take her lips in a soft, slow kiss. She curved into me, her arms slipping around my back. Her palms slid up to palm my shoulders, and her fingers curled over the muscle there, her nails digging in. I groaned and deepened the kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth to taste her. Devour her.
“Hi,” she breathed when I finally allowed her to breathe. But I didn’t stop. I just moved across her jaw, nipping at her skin and licking up the water droplets that splattered across her neck and collarbone. She moaned, tilting her head back to grant me more access.
Fuck, I loved the way she tasted and the sweet little sounds she made. They were so at odds with her crass mouth and the bullshit she spewed my way constantly. I loved the shit she said to me when I was getting on her nerves, and I was a sucker for the way she belittled me, but these little noises? The little moans and whimpers and sighs? Christ, she was about to have me sinking to my knees so I could worship her.
“Blayke…” she sighed, her fingers sliding into my hair as I moved down her body, laving my tongue over one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her moan was throaty and loud in the bathroom, bouncing off the tiled walls. I slid my fingers down her waist so I could grip her hips, digging my fingertips into her soft flesh.
My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt. But I didn’t even care. She could leave me with blue balls tonight. So long as I got to have a taste of her, to see what she looked like when she was getting off, I didn’t care what or if she decided to return the favor.
“Hang on, mama,” I rumbled as I slowly sank to my knees. She sucked in a sharp breath when I pushed her against the wall, but then, her eyes went all heavy-lidded when I lifted her and draped her thighs over my shoulders. “I’ve got you.”