Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
She shatters hard. Her walls pulse and squeeze me tight. Wet heat floods around my shaft. Her cry echoes in the room. I keep thrusting through it. Chasing my own release. The pressure builds fast at the base of my spine. I praise her name low and bury myself deep one last time. I come hard. Rope after thick rope of hot cum fills her up as pleasure rips through me.
I stay buried inside her while we both catch our breath. My forehead rests against hers. Her pussy still flutters around my cock. She feels so good wrapped around me. Soft and warm and full of me. I pull out and roll to the side. I drag her against my chest and hold her tight.
We stay like that for a long minute. The ocean crashes steady outside the window. The world waits with all its threats. But right now nothing else matters. She’s safe. She’s full of me. And I’ll burn everything down before I let anyone take her away.
15
Tia
We stay tangled together in the big bed for a long time afterward. Kraken’s strong arms wrap around me tight like he never plans to let go. His chest rises and falls steady under my cheek. Our skin still feels warm and a little sticky from everything we just did. I trace one finger slowly over the kraken tattoo on his ribs. The ink feels raised and alive under my touch like the tentacles might move if I press hard enough.
I tilt my head up to look at him. His stormy-gray eyes meet mine in the dim light. “How did you grow up? I mean before you became the big scary president everyone listens to without question.”
He runs his hand slowly up and down my bare back. His rough palm feels good against my skin sending little shivers everywhere he touches. “My dad was Royal Bastards. Key West chapter through and through. That life was always my future. Club in my veins. In my blood from the day I was born. I grew up around engines that roared louder than thunder and guns that got cleaned at the kitchen table. Men who lived hard and laughed harder. Learned early how to throw a punch and how to take one without crying about it.”
His voice stays low and rough like gravel under tires. I listen while he talks. It feels important. Like he doesn’t share this part of himself with many people. “Dad died on a run gone wrong when I was eighteen. Fresh prospect at the time still trying to prove I belonged. Watched them bring his body back wrapped in a tarp. That night changed everything for me.”
I squeeze him a little tighter and press my face into his chest. “I’m so sorry Kraken. That must have been awful.”
He shrugs one broad shoulder under me. “Jameson from the New Orleans chapter pulled me aside after the funeral. Looked me dead in the eyes and said one day I would run the Key West chapter. Told me the club needed men like me. Told me to accept my fate. So I did. Never looked back. Built everything I have with these hands and this patch.”
I can picture him young and angry and already carrying the weight of the world. It makes my chest ache for the boy he once was. I press a soft kiss right over his heart. “You carry a lot on these shoulders. More than most people could handle.”
He grunts and tucks me closer. His hand slides down to rest on my hip. Fingers flex like he needs to remind himself I’m really here. “What about you? Tell me about growing up. Your mom. Your dad. I want to know everything about the girl who talks to plants and apologizes to vending machines.”
I smile against his skin and trace another line along his tattoo while I think. “My mom died when I was nine. Car accident on a rainy night. After that it was just me and Dad. He tried so hard to keep things normal for me. Made pancakes every Sunday even when he burned them half the time. The kitchen always smelled like smoke and syrup. Taught me how to change a tire before I could even drive. But he always worried. Still does. I think protecting me gave him purpose after Mom.”
I let out a small sigh. “I worry about him now too. He seems restless since I grew up. Like he doesn’t know what to do with himself when he’s not watching out for me. I hope he’s okay out there. That he’s not doing anything dangerous just because he misses having someone to look after.”
Kraken’s fingers flex on my hip again. “Gunny is tough. He’ll be fine. Right now my only job is keeping you safe. And I take that job very seriously.”