Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“That’s my mother fucking VP and my little sister. I’d watch your fucking tongue if I were you,” Joey snarled down at her.
“I’m sorry,” she spluttered. “He wasn’t wearing a cut—”
He yanked more on her hair. She screeched. Jessie watched with a smirk on her lips. I nuzzled her neck, and she rewarded me with a soft moan, angling her neck to grant me better access.
“The only thing you need to be worried about doing is serving drinks, making food, and opening your legs or your mouth when your fucking told, you understand me? Tread carefully.”
With that, he released her, shoving her in Whiler’s direction. Whiler grinned and draped his arm around her shoulders, leading her to his room in the back.
I frowned. Since when did Whiler fuck with club women?
“Wear a condom!” I shouted after him.
He just looked over his shoulder at me and rolled his eyes.
I looked down at Jessie and claimed her mouth, our tongues dancing. Her chest heaved, her nipples brushing my chest as she kissed me back, her fingers lacing in my hair.
“Hot as fuck watching you get all territorial over me, my girl.” I brushed my nose up the column of her throat, making her moan. “Love seeing you all riled up for me.”
She dragged my mouth back to hers, shutting me up. I didn’t mind one goddamn bit. Because her lips? They were fucking sinful. Didn’t fucking matter to me. I was already on my way to Hell.
I leaned my head back, letting Jessie wash the shampoo from my hair. “You need a haircut,” she told me as she worked on rinsing the suds out.
“It’s on my to-do list,” I grunted. A lot of shit was on my to-do list. Just hadn’t had time since I’d been trapped in fucking Mexico.
She ran her hand through the strands, and I groaned. I loved having her hands in my hair. “I can cut it for you,” she told me.
“And not butcher it?” I asked her.
She smacked my bare chest. I laughed softly. “I didn’t want to bother you with it, my girl. But if you want to, then yeah. But tomorrow. I’m not up for a haircut session tonight.”
She pressed her lips to my forehead in response.
After she finished rinsing my hair, she worked on bathing me, being gentle around my gunshot wound. The skin was closed, but it was still tender as fuck. “Losing some muscle tone,” Jessie mused as she finished rinsing my body.
I dragged her onto my lap after she put the shower nozzle back up, turning her back to me. Her breath hitched in her throat as I traced some of her scars. “I’ll get it back,” I assured her. “Just need a bit more time to heal.”
“Ink,” her voice trembled. I pressed a kiss to one of her scars. I’d been dying to do this for fucking months now. Her breath hitched. “Ink, what are you doing?”
“I’m reminding you that you’re strong,” I said softly. Her shoulders shook as she began to cry. I kissed a couple more scars. “I’m reminding you that these scars don’t define you. They just show that you went through something horrible, and you fucking survived.” I kissed some more. “I’m reminding you that you’re a fucking warrior, my girl. You’re not just a survivor. You fought, and you wear the battle scars.”
She sobbed in my arms as I continued to kiss every single scar on her back, reminding my beautiful woman just how infinitely precious she was not just to me, but to this entire world.
And then, with her pretty eyes shining with tears, I proceeded to make love to her, our bodies slowly rocking together with the warm water of the shower washing over us.
14
Half a year later, we were no closer to finding out who the hell was after me than we were when it had happened. So far, I’d kept Jessie as close to me as I could, and when I wasn’t here, Alejandro had protection on her, keeping her locked down at the clubhouse. It was fucking necessary to keep her and anyone else we cared about locked down because whoever was behind this was smart as fuck. Alejandro was on a trail, but so far, we still had absolutely zilch.
Surprisingly, Jessie wasn’t putting up a huge fight. She was being complacent. I knew she was annoyed and going a bit stir-crazy, but she tamped it down, trying to make life easier for all of us.
My woman really had done some changing. I loved every bit of her, and I didn’t want her to change for me. I was hoping like hell that she hadn’t. I loved her feistiness. I just wanted her to understand there was a time and place for her more volatile side.
I jerked in surprise when Jessie suddenly kicked me and screamed. The sound pierced my ears, shaking me to my core. I quickly sat up and dragged her into my arms, shaking her, shouting her name, trying to drag her out of whatever hell was going on in her head.