Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
I gasped as he entered me, stretching me in the most exquisite way. The slight burn gave way to pleasure as he eased himself in, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully seated inside me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. “You feel so Goddamn perfect.”
He held still for a moment, giving me time to adjust. I could feel him trembling with the effort of his restraint, his muscles taut beneath my fingertips. Sweat beaded his brow, and his breathing was almost heavy.
“Move,” I urged, rocking my hips. “Feels good…”
He did move then. Slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his size, but each thrust was measured, controlled.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more of him. The careful restraint he’d been showing started to crack as I moved with him, meeting each thrust with my own need.
“Christ, Nadine,” he growled against my neck, his pace increasing. “You’re gonna drive me fuckin’ crazy.”
Tension coiled inside me with each movement. I tilted my hips to get the friction I needed on my clit. When I found it, I gasped out a soft cry.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need. “Come on my cock.”
The combination of his words and his touches and kisses sent me over the edge. I shattered around him, screaming as waves of pleasure crashed over me. He followed me over, his own release tearing through him as he buried his face against my neck, my name on his lips like a prayer.
I still held him weakly with my arms and legs, not wanting him to move his weight from me. I needed it to ground me. I needed him.
Afterward, once he’d finally rolled off me, we lay tangled together, his body a warm anchor to the present. My muscles ached in the most satisfying way, the pain from the taser almost forgotten in the wake of our lovemaking.
“You okay?” Pain murmured against my hair, his breath warm on my temple.
“Mmm,” I hummed, too blissed out to form actual words. When his arms tightened around me, I added, “More than okay.”
“No regrets?”
“Not a single one.” I reached up to stroke his beard, loving the way it felt scratchy on my palm. “Though I might regret not doing this sooner.”
That earned me a low chuckle. “We got here, that’s what matters.”
“Yeah. I couldn’t agree more.”
Chapter Twelve
Nadine
This was nuts. It had been two weeks since the raid, and the constant police presence was suffocating. Going outside, beyond the camo netting, now felt almost like venturing into the prison yard. I’d never been in the yard at Terre Haute, but I was starting to have nightmares about being trapped in ours. Except instead of being terrified of the prisoners, it was the guards who had me on edge.
I stared out the window at the camo-netted paths between warehouses. The compound felt more like a cage with each passing day, though the women tried their best to distract their men. The only problem was, the police weren’t even letting in the delivery people, so there were a few supplies we were starting to need. Including food. Which, likely, was what Chief Roscoe had in mind.
“Why is your big boss man not putting a stop to this?” I grumbled, though I wasn’t really in a snit over that. I was just upset they were basically laying siege to the compound. Just not violently. Yet.
“Knuckles said he’s working on it. Apparently, Roscoe has an agenda outside the official narrative.”
“Of course, he does,” I snapped. “In the meantime, we’ve got a pregnant woman who is six weeks and two days away from her due date but is already having the occasional contraction and is twenty percent effaced. We can’t keep going like this, Pain. The stress alone isn’t good for Tillie.”
“I know, honey.” Pain and I were in an apartment on the third floor of this particular warehouse. There was one floor above us and an area on the roof to hang out and sun or grill or just relax away from the rest of the club. The other attached women, the old ladies, had managed to get the guys to put an above-ground pool and a hot tub on the roof for us. We also had a prime viewing spot for the immediate perimeter around the compound. Where we’d watch Roscoe’s boys repeatedly turn away delivery drivers with anything we’d ordered. Not that anyone had expected it to work, but it had been worth a try.
More than anything, I was worried about the lack of a birthing kit in case of an emergency. Pain hadn’t been here to take care of that until recently and, honestly, a siege wasn’t something anyone had prepared for.
I couldn’t just sit there twiddling my thumbs while that bastard, Roscoe, effectively held us captive. There had to be some way to get out of this compound without them knowing.