Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Jack leaned down to kiss me with a gentle caress of his mouth. "What're you thinking about?" His voice a low rumble that vibrated through the quiet room.
"You," I answered honestly. "Killing Shank."
Wariness flickered in his eyes, or maybe concern about how I'd process what I'd witnessed. He shifted his weight slightly, rolling more firmly on top of me so he lay in the cradle of my thighs. Rocking back and forth, he pressed his cock against my sex so he was trapped between our bodies. I couldn’t help but rock against him.
"Regrets?" he asked, the single word loaded with meaning.
I shook my head slowly. "No," I said softly. "He would have killed you if he could." My hand flattened against his skin, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm. "You did what you had to do the same as I did when I killed the guy coming for me."
“I’m not sure I’ll ever get over seeing him comin’ for you. I thought you’d be safe. Though, I honestly didn’t think you’d have to actively get in the fight, and you were protectin’ all of us from above. Don’t think I didn’t notice that. It’s probably what caused him to target you.” He smirked at me. “Didn’t count on your bloodthirsty nature.”
I should have felt something more. Guilt, maybe. Regret. Instead, all I felt was a fierce satisfaction that I'd protected what was mine. When had I started thinking of the compound, of these dangerous men, as mine to protect? Probably the same time I decided I might want to be the president’s old lady for real.
I nuzzled Jack’s cheek with mine, relishing the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. His beard tickled my cheek in the most delicious way.
"Bloodthirsty?" I smiled at the description. "Maybe I'm just a fast learner."
"The fastest," Jack agreed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "From barista to badass in record time."
I giggled, the sound bubbling up unexpectedly. After everything we'd been through, it felt strange to laugh, but also necessary to release some of the tension in a way that wasn't sex or violence.
"Is it over?" I asked, my fingers tracing the tattoos across his chest. "With the Copperheads, I mean."
“As long as that Acid still runs that club it will never be over. I’d intended on killin’ him here, but he crawled away like the snake he is.”
“Will you go after him?”
“Not yet. There’s a delicate balance of power in the city. Men like Acid don’t appreciate not having a bigger piece of the pie and think they can take it by force. He’s going to pay for what he did. Not trying to steal the shipment we were taking possession of at the dock, but for attacking my home and coming after my woman. And you have no idea how much it pisses me the fuck off I can’t go after him now, but I will kill that mother fucker.”
"If someone had told me a month ago that I'd be lying in bed with a man called Bloody Jack, covered in bruises and remarkably okay with having killed someone, I'd have called them crazy." I sighed, stretching slightly, trying to tilt my hips enough for his dick to drop just that little bit and slide inside me.
Jack's laugh rumbled through him. "Life's full of surprises."
“Having said that, you do what you have to do. This is your club and you know how to run it. I’m here if you want to talk about stuff, but all I need to know is that you’re going to be safe and that you’ll always come back to me.”
“I’ll never willingly be separated from you, Honey. That means I take whatever protection necessary to get home to you. I can’t do that, I don’t go. Simple as that.”
Slowly, deliberately, I rocked my hips against him, drawing a deep groan as he spoke. He braced his weight on one forearm by my head to pull my leg around his hip.
"Jack." I breathed his name like a prayer as he slipped inside me with a slow, deliberate movement that had us both gasping.
"Fuck, darlin'," he growled against my neck. "You're killin' me."
I smiled, feeling bold and powerful in a way I never had before. "You can take it."
His answering laugh was cut short as I shoved at his chest to make him roll to his back, his cock never slipping out of my pussy. Then I began to move, finding a rhythm that had him clenching his jaw. I braced my hands on his chest, careful of his wounds, and watched his face as pleasure overtook him.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice full of wonder. "Taking what you fuckin’ want."
"Taking what's mine," I corrected, surprising myself with my boldness.
His eyes flashed with heat. "Yours," he agreed, the word a promise.