Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“She has to learn to trust me,” Keys said, meaning it.
“Have you given her reason to trust you?” Czar persisted.
Keys considered the question. He had done a lot of things that would prevent Lyric from trusting him as a partner, but he’d also laid his life on the line multiple times for her. That should have bought him some faith.
“We’ll work it out,” he assured Czar. “She’s new at relationships just as I am. We’re finding our way.”
Czar nodded. “The sooner you’re able to get her to talk about Yaman Kuzmin, the better. And make certain she’s going to be okay when we invite Trinity and Rampage to the club. We have to be cohesive.”
“She’ll be fine,” Keys said with confidence.
He followed his woman out the door without looking at the others. He took his bike because he didn’t want Lyric to have to return to the clubhouse, and she would be on the back of his Harley going home.
Things were about to get real. Far more real than Lyric might want, but it was what she needed. What they both needed. He was bringing them back together and sealing them for good. He’d had enough of her pulling away from him every time shit went down. She was supposed to turn to him. Rely on him. Fucking trust him. Yeah, he’d been a dick with women and she’d seen that, but he’d also treated her with respect. He’d been there for her all along.
Keys parked his bike just down from the office buildings near the alley and came up behind her silently, a stalking predator, one she was about to face, whether she was ready or not. He caught her wrist in a steel grip, yanking her hard toward the alley. He covered her mouth to keep her from screaming and pressed her body tight against the wall. Her heart was beating overtime and a soft moan escaped. He showed her no mercy, letting his ice-cold gaze drift possessively over her pale face.
“Were you running away from me again, Wildfire?”
She jerked and tried twisting her head to pull away, her gaze still not meeting his, which pissed him off even more.
“Eyes to mine, Lyric,” he commanded, one hand circling her throat. Her heart beat into his palm. He applied pressure, cutting off her air, when she kept her face averted.
Her gaze jumped to his, shocked, scared, filled with a dark desire that only added to the building hunger in him. He crushed his mouth to hers, one hand dragging up her shirt so he could find the bare skin of her belly.
“You’re already soaked for me, aren’t you?” he whispered, knowing he was right. He kissed her again, devouring her, insatiable, not giving her time to breathe or think. One-handed, he opened the front of her jeans and slid his hand in to find her wet core. He rubbed her pussy through the thin panties she wore.
“I think you need to spend more time with your man,” he murmured against her lips, and he continued to rub her pussy through the nearly nonexistent fabric.
Keys felt her tremble, felt her breath catch. Crushing his lips to hers, eating at her mouth, he pushed the panties to the side and buried his fingers in her wet folds. He slid his other hand from her throat to cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard as he thrust his fingers into her tight channel.
Lyric gasped as the waves of heat took her. He flicked her clit with his thumb and kept thrusting his fingers into her. Satisfaction rushed through him as he saw the tension on her face and felt it building between her legs. She trembled, barely able to stand on her own. He pulled his fingers free and zipped up her jeans before the orgasm could crash through her.
Bending his head, he took her nipple between his teeth, right through the thin material of her shirt, and bit down lightly, before stroking with his tongue. Saturating her shirt. Bringing her body to a shivering awareness. He stepped back, his eyes on hers, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“We need to get home. Come with me now.” He held out his hand.
She looked as if he were a hungry predator—which he was—and that he might bite her—which he intended to do. She had good instincts, but her desire was as dark and edgy as his. She only hesitated a moment, and then she put her hand in his.
Triumphant, he turned and walked back to his bike, taking her with him. The ride home sent vibrations through his cock and her pussy, keeping them teetering on the edge of control. Once in the privacy of their drive, he parked the bike, noting she was still shaky and a bit leery, but he wanted her that way. A little fear added to the excitement when it came to sex. His kind of sex.