Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
I rocked back just as hard.
Our movements rough and untamed.
“Cash, I’m going to…oh…I…”
“Give it to me, Daisy. Give me your pleasure.”
I split apart at his demand.
A vibration beginning in my bones and scattering out.
A complete rupturing that I wasn’t sure I would survive.
A full detonation.
I screamed as the orgasm streaked through my being.
A combustion that lit every nerve ending.
Blinding.
Ruining.
Cash thrust in two more times. So hard I couldn’t see before he gripped me tight as he sundered apart.
A shout from his mouth.
A shout of my name.
It echoed through the enclosure.
A shockwave of needy, desperate perfection.
Our bodies slicked with sweat. Our hearts frantic and frenzied. Our breaths jagged and sharp.
My knees buckled. No strength left. All of it given to Cash.
He kept me supported as he pressed his mouth to the base of my neck. “Fuck, Daisy. I…”
“I know. I know,” I mumbled. “Don’t you dare apologize.”
He brushed back a lock of my hair that got free of the twist. “Don’t ever want to be too rough with you. The things I want…the things I want to do to you.”
I rested against him. “I want it all. I want all of you. You said I don’t have to hide any longer. Well, neither do you.”
He gulped and held me tighter, before he carefully settled me onto my feet, making sure I was steady. He watched me through the night as he resituated my dress, pulling back down the short skirt and reattaching the straps. He was tucking himself back into his jeans when his phone dinged in his pocket.
“Probably the guys checking in on us.” He pulled it out, then his entire face twisted in rage and horror. “I just got a ping. Ethan is here.”
FIFTY-ONE
DAISY
Cash blazed over the dirt road that led to his cabin. The engine grumbled and chugged as we careened between the trees, and I clung to him in a way I hadn’t before. My arms strained and shook, almost as violently as Cash’s entire body did as we bounced over the humps and dips.
He came to a skidding stop in front of the cabin. Venom coated his demeanor as his attention raked over the darkened area.
Turbulence a crack in the atmosphere.
My heart drummed in my ears and hammered at my chest, terror clamoring through my senses as I peered out into the shadows that fell over the dense, ominous woods.
“Get off,” he commanded. He took my hand and helped me maneuver in my dress and heels. I fumbled off the side, and he immediately was standing in front of me.
A wall of volatility.
An edifice of strength.
“Don’t think anyone is out there,” he said as he backed me toward the steps, a gun in one hand and the other outstretched toward the side as he shielded me.
“He was at the club. I…I felt him.”
“I know.” Cash’s voice seeped with regret. “We’ll get him.”
The roar of motorcycles echoed in the distance. Rolling like waves up the mountainside. An approaching army that bellowed in the night.
Cash took one more glance around before he grabbed me by the elbow and hurried me to the front door. Serrated breaths heaved from him as he thumbed into his phone and turned off the alarms, his attention continually darting behind him as he worked through the locks.
The second the door was open, he ushered me through and flew through the locks again, reengaging the alarm and punching in whatever code that caused the security screens to roll over the windows.
“Stay right here,” he growled as he began to move through the house, sweeping each room to ensure no one was there.
By the time the thunder of motorcycles roared up in front of the house, Cash appeared at the end of the hall.
Rage etched into every line on his face. The man written in mayhem and murder.
“Cash.”
At the sound of his name dropping from my mouth, he erased the space between us. His mouth crashed against mine. His kiss frantic and desperate, but desperate in a way it hadn’t been earlier.
This was fear and regret and that ultimate promise he had made.
“I won’t let anything happen to you. I will end this. I promise you.”
He jerked away when his phone rang.
“Yeah?” he answered. I couldn’t make out the garbled voice on the other end of the line, but I was sure it was one of the guys.
“Get everyone inside. Station six around the perimeter and the rest of us ride,” Cash told him.
He ended the call, then a big hand gripped me by the back of the neck and yanked me to him again.
His kiss hard and unrelenting. “Nothing, Daisy. Nothing will stand between me and you. Nothing between you and your happiness. Nothing.”
With a sticky knot in my throat, I nodded, and he peeled himself away when a loud knock thudded on the door.