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)
“Trust me, we’ve all been there.” The woman without a toddler poured a mug of coffee and handed it to me. “I’m Maren. Lucas had me just as off-balance only a couple of months ago. Not sure if you met him already, but he goes by Kevlar.”
“Connor’s version of subtlety for the past two years has been glaring at anyone who breathes in my direction. And since he’s the club president, it’s quite effective.” She shifted the little boy toward me. “I’m Stella, and this is Cadell.”
“Linden,” I murmured, suddenly aware that Keegan hadn’t introduced me before leaving. “Nice to meet you.”
Stella’s gaze flicked briefly to the door Keegan had just walked through, then back to me. She grinned. “You must be special.”
“I’m not sure about that.” I pressed my lips together while the memory of what had happened in his bed this morning replayed in my head.
Maren leaned a hip against the counter and smiled. “We’re sure enough for you.”
Stella nodded. “But you don’t have to define what’s going on between the two of you today.”
“Even though he already has,” Maren added with a wink.
This entire morning had been surreal. From waking up with Keegan beneath me to these two women who had known me for all of five minutes teasing like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Even with everything that had happened last night hanging over my head, the ache in my chest eased for the first time since Carson died.
8
TOMCAT
Iwas tied up in fucking knots, stretched so thin I was surprised I hadn’t snapped yet. Two nights of sleeping with Linden tucked against me had turned into a battle against my own instincts. I'd kissed her more times than I could count, tasted the sweetness of her mouth and felt her shiver beneath my touch, but that was as far as I'd allowed myself to go besides making her come with my fingers that first morning. I didn’t trust myself to go that far again.
It was taking every bit of my control to keep my hands from sliding under her clothes and pushing inside her tight little body to claim her inside and out. Every night ended with me awake for hours, staring at the ceiling with a painful, unrelenting erection and the most vivid fantasies of what I'd do to her the moment I finally gave in.
Now, it was Sunday evening, and I was sitting in the clubhouse lounge, trying desperately to focus on the motorcycle race on the large TV screen. The Redline Kings were hosting, and the event was always worth watching. But I barely noticed the roar of the engines, the blur of bikes taking sharp corners, or the commentary from my brothers around me tonight.
Linden was cuddled into my side, tucked so close her soft curves pressed against me and her hair brushed my shoulder as she watched the screen intently. Every subtle shift of her body and breath she took had me wound so tight I felt like I’d explode. My cock was painfully hard, throbbing against the zipper of my jeans, making every second feel like a test of my endurance.
I glanced down at her, noting the way her lips parted slightly as she concentrated on the race, her green eyes bright with fascination. My mind instantly filled with filthy images of those lips wrapped around my cock, her eyes wide as she tasted me for the first time. The sweet sounds she’d make when I finally spread her thighs and filled her up, feeling her pussy squeeze and flutter around me. My hand clenched into a fist at my side as I fought against the wave of lust that nearly overtook me.
“You okay?” Linden asked softly, her head tilting up as she sensed my tension.
Her soft voice made my cock jump, and it was only years of discipline that kept me from groaning aloud. I managed a tight smile and brushed her hair back from her face, forcing a calmness into my voice I didn’t feel. “I’m fine, baby. Just tired.”
She gave an understanding nod and nestled deeper into my side. The sensation of her pressing closer nearly unraveled me right there in the crowded lounge. I had to grit my teeth so hard I thought my jaw might crack.
Before I could completely lose myself in thoughts of taking her upstairs and ending this torturous wait, Fallon strode around the corner and caught my gaze. His brows lifted in silent communication, and he jerked his head slightly toward the hallway leading to the offices. My pulse kicked up immediately—relief washing over me at the distraction, combined with a flash of curiosity about what had made him seek me out.
I cleared my throat softly, glancing down at Linden again. “It’s late, little dove. You should head upstairs and get some sleep.”