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)
We talk for a while longer. The words flow easier in the quiet room with the ocean as our soundtrack. He tells me small stories about growing up around the club. About his two younger brothers Ryder and Rhett. How he stole his first bike at fourteen and rode it until the gas ran out. How the older members made him clean toilets as a prospect until he earned their respect. The trouble he got into as a kid that usually ended with bloody knuckles and bigger lessons.
I laugh softly and tell him about naming all my houseplants after 90s boy band members. Kevin is actually Backstreet Boys Kevin. I confess how I once tried to bake cookies from scratch and set off the fire alarm in our old apartment. Dad came running in with a fire extinguisher only to find me waving a towel at the smoke while singing along to the radio.
Kraken actually chuckles low at that one. The deep sound vibrates through his chest and makes me smile against his skin. “You’re trouble,” he says. His hand strokes my hair. “The best kind of trouble.”
I tilt my head up again. “Do you ever regret it? The club life I mean. All the danger and the responsibility.”
He stays quiet for a moment. His fingers keep moving through my hair. “Sometimes. But it’s who I am. The club is family. Blood or not. And now you’re part of that too.”
My heart does a silly little flip at his words. We keep talking. Soft voices in the dim light. He asks about my tech job and the weird signals I noticed. I ask about his favorite ride and what he does when he’s not being all president scary. The conversation feels easy. Natural. Like we’ve known each other longer than we really have.
Eventually the words slow. The air between us grows thicker again. Kraken shifts and rolls me gently onto my back. He looks down at me with those intense eyes full of heat and something deeper. Then he leans in and kisses me. Slow at first. Then deeper. Like he’s claiming every part of me all over again.
I melt into it completely. My arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer. The world outside fades away. Right now there’s only us. Only this. And I never want it to end.
16
Kraken
We lie tangled in the sheets for a long while after the kiss. Tia’s soft warm body presses against mine. Her fingers trace lazy patterns over my chest. The quiet conversation still lingers between us but the air has shifted completely. My cock hardens again thick and heavy against her thigh. The feel of her smooth skin and the memory of how tight and wet she felt around me earlier drives me crazy. Heat pulses through my veins. I want her again. Need her. My body demands more of what she gives so willingly.
I roll her onto her back and kiss her deep. She moans softly into my mouth. The sound vibrates through me. Her hands slide up my shoulders and grip tight. I break the kiss and look down at her. Those wide trusting eyes stare up at me full of heat and something that makes my chest tighten. My dick throbs painfully against her stomach.
"Turn over baby," I groan low against her ear. "Hands and knees. I need to fuck you deep."
She bites her lip but obeys without hesitation. She rolls onto her stomach and pushes up onto all fours. Her perfect round ass lifts high in the air. The sight makes my mouth water. Moonlight from the window paints her skin silver. I kneel behind her and run my rough hands over her smooth back. I squeeze both cheeks hard feeling the soft flesh yield under my fingers. Then I spread them open wide.
"Look at this pretty pussy," I rasp. My voice comes out thick with hunger. "Still wet from my cum. Dripping for more like a greedy little thing."
I line up the thick head of my cock at her entrance. Her pussy looks swollen and shiny with our mixed juices. I push inside her in one slow powerful thrust. She gasps and her back arches deep. So fucking tight. So wet. I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks and start moving. Deep heavy strokes that make her moan with every thrust.
“Yes,” I say, rough and low. "Your pussy grips me so perfect. Milking every inch already."
I pick up speed. The bed creaks loudly under us. Skin slaps loud and wet against skin. I reach forward and grab a handful of her hair. Not hard enough to hurt but enough to pull her head back slightly. She moans louder. Her pussy clenches around me.
"Fuck you feel good," I say through gritted teeth. Sweat beads on my chest and drips down my back. "This tight cunt was made for me."