Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“Brick!” I screamed my orgasm, his words and clever fingers taking me over the edge into madness. Nothing had ever felt this good. It was raw. Brutal, even. But it was exactly what I wanted. What I needed.
For so long, I thought I’d never be able to handle passionate sex. Or sex at all, for that matter. I’d been so very wrong. This act, though violent in some ways, was the proof I needed that sex with someone of my choosing was so far from what I’d experienced in my past as to not even be the same act. I’d forced this situation on Brick or he’d never have done this. Even now, I knew I’d have to reassure him. Which was kind of funny when I thought about it. He’d always been the one there for me. Now I was going to be there for him.
“Fuck.” He rolled us over, pulling out of me immediately. I felt the loss but was too relaxed and sated to mind too much. “Baby, come here.” He didn’t wait for me to roll over -- he pulled me to him, wrapping me up in his arms once again so my head rested on his shoulder. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you. God, baby! Please.”
Much as I wanted to curl against him and sleep until he said it was time to get our tattoos, I gave him what I knew he needed. I raised up to brace myself on one elbow as I caressed his face with my other hand. “No, Brick. You didn’t hurt me. You gave me something I desperately needed. I’ve never felt so much pleasure or so… alive! As I did just now.” I knew I probably wasn’t making any sense, but I plowed on. “I felt like a veil had been pulled from my eyes. Like the world had been in black-and-white and suddenly, I’m in Oz with all these brilliant colors and textures to explore. You gave me that, Brick. You. There was no pain. Only incredible, indescribable pleasure.” Then I grinned at him. “And I expect this to be repeated. Often.”
Brick let out a laugh, relief filling his face. He pulled me to him and continued to chuckle. “My beautiful, greedy little warrior. You’re gonna be a handful.”
“I’m going to be the vice president’s ol’ lady. Sting laid it out there, and I’m accepting the challenge. You need a strong woman at your side. That’s me.”
“It certainly is, baby.”
“Now. If you’re done with thinking I’m all fragile and shit, I want to curl up around your hard, muscled body and take a nap before I wear your ink. Then afterward, I want to get drunk and have more wicked sex. I’ve got a lot to make up for, and I expect to get what I want.”
“Fuck… I’m so fuckin’ fucked.” He groaned, but I saw the smile on his lips.
* * *
Brick
Instead of being the shrinking violet everyone expected her to be, I thought Serelda and Iris were going to fight over who got to go first. I was betting on Serelda in that fight. She was taller and with a little more bulk than Iris, though the other woman was scrappy as hell. “Want a beer? I’ll grab some chairs and a bucket of peanuts if you want.”
“You are two seconds away from getting Tased again, Brick.” Serelda didn’t even look at me when she made the threat.
“Just trying to make my president comfortable, baby.”
“Drag in a pool of Jell-O, too, while you’re at it.” Roman grinned unrepentantly. Yeah. We were playing with fire. It was definitely worth it.
“She Tased you?” Sting tilted his head as if trying to figure out if he’d heard me right.
“She did. Then kicked me in the balls on her way out the door.”
“I did not!” Serelda turned to me, outrage on her lovely face. “I kicked you in the gut!”
I shrugged. “Figured you were goin’ for my balls and missed.”
Her expression hardened. “Make no mistake, buddy. I hit what I aim for. If I’d been goin’ for your balls, they’d still be singing.”
Sting and Roman burst out laughing. Poor Ace wasn’t sure what to think.
“If this is what all ol’ ladies are going to be like, I say we take a vote to ban them all,” Ace said with his gloved hands raised in surrender. “Anyone who thought bikers were vicious never met their women.”
That got Iris and Serelda to giggling and they embraced warmly. “I’m going to love you, Iris,” Serelda said as they parted. “As the president’s woman, I’ll defer to you. You can get the needle in your arm first.” That last was a parting shot, and we all knew it. Especially when Iris swallowed visibly.
“Yeah. Thanks.” She shook her head and took the seat Ace had prepared. “What the fuck was I thinking?”