Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Ride me. Fuck me and come on my cock.” The way he looked at me, like I was something precious and cherished and so desired it pained him, was the nail in my coffin. I’d never felt this level of connection with anyone. Not family. Not friends.
I leaned forward to kiss him, my breasts brushing against the hard plane of his chest as I continued to fuck him. The friction sent shivers across my skin as our tongues met in a dance that matched our bodies. He tasted like sleep and desire, a heady combination that made my head spin.
“You’re so beautiful.” His ragged whisper against my lips made me break out in a sweat. “So perfect.”
I quickened my pace, chasing the building pressure. When Marcus reached between us to thumb my clit, circling with just the right amount of pressure, I cried out, my rhythm faltering as my pussy clamped down on him as I came.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice rough with need. “Come for me. Let me feel you milking my fuckin’ cock.”
My scream was followed closely by his rough shout. I collapsed on top of him, my pussy still pulsing every time his cock did. All I could do was breathe as Marcus held me against him, his arms tight bands around my slight body.
“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “You’ve killed me.”
I laughed softly against his chest, feeling the rumble of his laughter join mine. He rubbed lazy strokes up and down my back, sending pleasant aftershocks through my sensitized skin. He was still inside me, semi-hard and pulsing occasionally, made me feel deliciously full.
“Much as I’d love to stay in bed and fuck you the rest of the day, we have things to discuss.”
I sighed with resignation. “Yeah. I knew it was a temporary interlude. We probably should have already talked.”
He slid from the bed with a fluid grace that belied his size and moved to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but watch as he moved naked across the room, muscles shifting beneath skin marked by scars telling the story of his life.
He returned with a glass of water and handed it to me. I accepted the glass and took a healthy swallow.
“Thank you,” I said, the words so inadequate, but I wasn’t sure how to express the depth of the gratitude I felt for him. And that wasn’t all. I knew I was falling for the tough biker.
“You’re welcome,” he replied simply, settling back onto the bed under the covers beside me.
As I set the glass on the nightstand, he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with a gentleness that made my breath catch. I leaned into his touch without conscious thought, my body making decisions my mind was still struggling to process.
“You good?” he asked, the simple question carrying layers of meaning.
Was I good? My life had been upended, I was being blackmailed by a cop with a vendetta, and I’d spent the night with a man who had killed someone and served time for the deed. Oh, and that cop with the vendetta? The person the man I was currently fucking had killed was that cop’s son. By any rational measure, I was anything but good. Yet the strange truth was, I felt more centered, more myself, than I ever had. Something about Marcus -- about us -- felt right in a way nothing else ever had.
“Yeah,” I said, surprising myself with the certainty in my voice. “I think I am.”
His eyes softened, the barest hint of a smile touching his lips as he nodded. Outside, I heard the compound coming to life. The rumble of a motorcycle in the distance reminded me of my situation and exactly how fucked I could be. But here, in this room, time seemed suspended, creating a pocket of calm amid the brewing storm.
I knew we couldn’t stay here forever, but for now, in the gentle morning light with Marcus’s steady presence beside me, I allowed myself to simply breathe, to exist in a moment that felt like the beginning of something I’d never dared to hope for.
Reality hung at the edges of our bubble, waiting to intrude with all its complications and dangers. Marcus shifted beside me, his expression turning more serious as he sat up against the headboard. The sheet pooled around his waist. When he spoke, his voice carried the weight of decisions that couldn’t be postponed any longer.
“We need to talk about what happens now,” he said, his tone measured but firm. “About keeping you safe.”
I pulled the sheet higher over my chest, suddenly needing the thin barrier it provided. Not from him, but from the conversation we were about to have. “I know,” I said, my voice smaller than I intended.
His dark eyes held mine, unwavering. “Reeves won’t stop. You need to understand that. He’s been waiting years for a way to get to me, and now he thinks he’s found it.” His hand moved to cover mine where it clutched the sheet. “Considering what happened the last someone I loved was hurt and how it directly affected Reeves, I’d have thought the bastard would have learned a lesson. But I know he hasn’t.”