Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Yeah, here,” I said, handing her one of her duffle bags. “Fit as much as you can in there. Just in case,” I added, not wanting her to think she was going to be away from her house for too long. “Unless there is something Ernest is partial to, we can get him all new shit to hold him over,” I told her.
“Wait, I heard motorcycles,” she said when she zipped her bag after shoving clothes and underwear inside.
“Yeah.”
“How is Ernest going to get out of here?”
“Eddie,” Huck said when I had no answer. “Eddie headed over with his car. Ernest is gonna have to sit in the front seat, but it isn’t a long drive.”
With that, I waited for Rue as she ducked into her bathroom to toss her toothbrush and anything else she needed in the bag, then, finally, moved out into the main area of the house with me.
I reached for her hand.
She laced her fingers between mine.
Then I gave her a squeeze as I led her through her mess of a house.
A small whimper escaped her as she glanced into the kitchen, seeing her mismatched mug collection destroyed, but she kept her head up as I led her outside, handed off her duffle to Eddie, and watched her tell Ernest she would see him in just a few minutes.
“You okay with this?” I asked, waving toward my bike.
“Yeah,” she agreed, sounding suddenly exhausted.
Caymen tossed me his helmet for her, since I’d rushed out without even my own.
Then we climbed on and pulled out, the rest of the club flanking us all the way back to the clubhouse.
The OG members were still there, waiting, making sure we weren’t invaded while the rest of us were out scooping up Rue.
“What now?” Rue asked, sounding a little numb as she watched Eddie coax Ernest out of the car with a meat stick.
“Now, let’s get you inside and cleaned up,” I said, grabbing her duffle, pressing a hand to her lower back, then leading her inside. “Don’t worry about Ernest. He’s in good hands with Eddie,” I told her when she looked over her shoulder for him.
She said nothing as I led her up the stairs, then down the hall into my bedroom.
“I lucked out and snagged the room with a bathroom,” I told her, waving toward it. “You want to take advantage of it?”
She looked down at the grime that had dried on her hands and arms, letting out a little shiver. “Yeah. Thanks.”
She took her bag in and I heard the shower water slapping the floor as it warmed up.
I was about to go downstairs and ask Huck what the plan was, when her soft voice reached out to me.
“Kylo?”
“Yeah?” I asked, close to the door.
“Can you come in here?” she asked.
Excitement rose, but I tamped it down, reminding myself that she probably just needed a towel or something.
I cracked the door open and moved inside.
“Did you forget something?” I asked, forcing my gaze to stay on my damn shoes.
“Can you… do you want to join me?” she asked, voice tiny, almost impossible to hear over the rush of the water.
“Yeah?” I asked, letting myself look up.
She gave me a little nod.
There was no hesitation then.
I kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my clothes, and rushed into the shower with her.
My hands went to her hips, pulling until her body was flush with mine.
She leaned into me, letting out a long breath.
She just wanted comfort, nothing more.
But try telling my cock that as her breasts pressed to my chest, as my hands moved over bare, soft, wet skin.
I forced my hands to slide, to press, to work out tension, but there was no way to stop my cock from stiffening.
“Just ignore it,” I said, my voice soothing when I felt her body tighten as she felt the press of me against her belly.
But her own hands were moving then, going from being wrapped tightly around me to gliding up and down my ribs, then, getting bolder, to my hips.
Her body shifted slightly. Then her hand was around my cock, stroking down the length, and dragging a ragged curse out of me.
Her head lifted, gaze finding mine, her eyes as needy as I felt.
There was no more hesitation then, just hands roaming, teasing, twisting.
My lips were on hers, hard, hungry, borderline bruising. But she kissed me back just as hard.
I broke away and dropped down to my knees.
I pulled one of her legs over my shoulder and flicked, circled, sucked. Until she was writhing against me, until her moans were filling the room.
I reached out of the shower, digging around in my pants for my wallet, then the condom within.
When I got back to my feet, I protected us before grabbing her leg again, pinning it against the wall, then sliding deep inside of her.