Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
She shook in his arms. He caught every moan that left her mouth.
“Come for me, baby.”
Within seconds she shattered apart in his arms. Her eyes went wide as he continued to stroke her.
He stared down into her eyes as he brought his wet fingers to his lips to suck off her glorious cream. “Beautiful,” he said.
After he got her together he helped her back into the wheelchair. “What about you?” she asked.
“I’m happy to have touched you.”
****
The hard ridge of Killer’s cock pressed against the front of his jeans. Kelsey wasn’t blind and knew he must be in pain with a cock the size of his. Her whole body felt on fire from his touch.
Grabbing his neck she tugged him close needing his lips on hers. Their life in a matter of days had become so messed up. She didn’t know what they were going to do. Tate, Sandy, and Killer each assured her they were working on handling Michael. Whatever plagued her so-called husband kept him away, which she was thankful for.
“I can help you.” She whispered the words against his lips.
“Baby, I’m not having you take care of my dick in the hospital. Touching you now is more than I deserve.” He stroked her cheek, smiling at her. “We’ll have time for more. I promise.”
“I wish we didn’t have to have promises.”
“Until Michael is out of our lives it’s all we’ve got.”
She looked down at her lap. He tucked the blanket back around her keeping her warm. The tender way he touched her always caught her by surprise. She never put gentle and Killer together in the same ring, but it was true. Besides the truth about his screwing another woman he’d never actually hurt her.
Still, even as she thought about the other woman she couldn’t stop thinking about her husband. They’d both made a mistake. She could forgive and forget if he would be willing.
He tucked some loose strands behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”
Kelsey remained silent never knowing what to say to him when he spoke words of love and beauty.
“It’s time for us to finish our stroll,” he said.
She rested her head on her palm staring at people as they passed. The women were all looking at Killer. The lust shone in their eyes at the sight of him. She wanted to get up and smack them to stop them looking at her man.
The men stared at Killer with envy. They were clearly taken in by his tattoos and leather jacket. The Skulls were known far and wide.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Michael asked, stepping forward.
Shit, he looked ready to do murder. Glancing behind her she saw Killer held the same look on his face.
“I’m taking her for a walk.”
“You’re not supposed to be here. When are you going to learn your fucking place?” Michael asked. His voice rose turning them into a spectacle.
“Michael, stop it,” she said, wanting the ground to open up and swallow her.
“No, I let Tate in, but now I find you being taken out by this piece of shit.”
She tensed. “Stop it!”
He charged behind her intent on pushing Killer out of the way. Both men were large, and Kelsey wasn’t interested in being the thorn between them. Spinning as far as she could, she pressed her palm on top of Killer’s. “Take me back to my bedroom. I don’t want any of you starting a fight. We’re in the hospital gardens.”
Gripping the blanket tighter she waited for them to start moving. Tate and Sandy were returning. When they saw what was going on, they charged their way.
“You’re not seeing her again,” Michael said, glaring at both women.
“You can’t fucking stop me, asshole.” Tate stepped right up to Michael. “You want to piss on her, go ahead. She’s my best friend. She wanted to see Killer, and I, like the good friend I am, made sure she got what she wanted.”
“You wanted to see Killer?” Michael asked, turning his gaze back to her.
“Yes.”
Silence fell on the group. She tensed waiting for the inevitable argument. Why couldn’t he see that she was in love with Killer?
No one spoke a word as Killer started moving. They made their way to her room. He picked her up easing her back on the bed.
“I can fucking do that—”
Michael didn’t get to finish what he was saying before Killer had him locked up against the far wall with an arm across his neck. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Killer asked, growling in the other man’s face.
Kelsey panicked. “Stop it, the both of you, stop it.”
Sandy and Tate tried to pull Killer off, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“I’m sick to fucking death of you throwing your name around. She’s mine, dammit, mine.”
Security rushed through the room tearing Killer off. He was pulled out of the room, yelling at Michael. “I’ll find the fucking truth out about you, fucker.”