Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43456 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Fuck. These pretty tits,” he murmured against my mouth. “Been dying to get my hands on them. So fucking perfect.”
I’d never been touched like this. Never had a man’s hand on my bare skin while he looked at me as though I was something precious and filthy all at once. My inexperience made every new sensation feel overwhelming in the best way. I wanted to hide and beg for more at the same time.
Keegan’s lips left mine to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. He nipped at the sensitive spot where my shoulder met my throat, then soothed the slight sting with his tongue. His hand left my breast and slid down until his fingers hooked under the waistband of my panties.
He didn’t pull them off, just slipped inside, his fingers parting my slick folds and making my breath hitch. “This sweet pussy is dripping for me, little dove.”
I nodded, and my thighs trembled around his hips. He circled my clit with one thick finger—slow, teasing strokes that had my back bowing off the bed. Pleasure built inside me, so intense I could barely breathe.
“Keegan, please,” I whimpered, clutching at his biceps.
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed me again, swallowing every soft cry as he worked me with those clever fingers. Gliding through my wetness, he rubbed perfect circles over my swollen bundle of nerves until I was shaking.
My hips rocked up to meet his hand without my permission, chasing more of that dizzying friction.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive. Gonna make you feel so good, little dove. Come for me. Right now. Let me feel it.”
With his deep voice urging me on, I shattered. Pleasure exploded through me, and I cried out against his mouth as my thighs clamped around his hand.
He worked me through my orgasm, only easing from my panties when I was limp and panting beneath him. Then he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with a groan that made my cheeks heat even more.
“Sweet as fuck,” he murmured. “Gonna want this for breakfast every damn day.”
To my utter mortification, my stomach chose that moment to remind me how hungry I was.
“C’mon.” He gave me another quick kiss before tugging me out of bed. “You need real food right now, not sex.”
I tried a pout, but it did nothing to convince him we should crawl back into bed. Instead, we got dressed, but before we left his room, he reached into his closet and took out a vest that matched the one he’d just put on.
“You leave our room, you wear this.”
It wasn’t a question, and maybe I should have bristled at that…but I was too busy melting at the low, sexy tone of his voice. He helped me put it on, then guided me out of the room.
The clubhouse was quieter than I expected. And clean. As we crossed the lounge, it didn’t feel dangerous. The place was too lived in for that. Nothing like I would’ve imagined for where a bunch of bikers hung out.
Feminine voices and laughter carried from somewhere ahead.
Keegan guided me toward the sound, one hand resting lightly on the small of my back. We entered a large kitchen, where two women stood near the counter. Both of them turned toward us at the same time.
One had a toddler balanced on her hip, and her eyes landed on the cut I was wearing for a second, then she smiled at us. “Hey, Tomcat. Didn’t think I’d ever see you bring a woman in here for breakfast.”
“Ignore her.” The other woman shook her head with a laugh. “She’s teasing him, not you.”
“Stella, Maren.” Keegan dipped his chin. “Keep an eye on her.”
The first woman shifted the little boy to her other hip. “We’ll take care of your girl.”
Heat rushed to my face. “I’m not—”
Keegan reached for me, one hand sliding into my hair as he pulled me forward. His mouth came down on mine in a deep kiss, making no attempt to hide it from the women watching.
My fingers curled into his shirt before I could stop myself, my pulse jumping wildly as he angled my head exactly where he wanted it. By the time he pulled back, my lips tingled and my brain had completely forgotten whatever protest I’d been about to make.
His thumb brushed across my lower lip. “Be good.”
Then he turned and walked out of the kitchen without another word, the door swinging shut behind him. I just stood there, staring after him.
A quiet snicker broke the silence.
When I turned back, both women watched me with matching expressions of amusement. The little boy gave me a solemn look, then buried his face in his mom’s shoulder, like even he knew I didn’t stand a chance.
“Sorry,” I blurted when I finally dragged my attention away from the door. “That was unexpected.”