Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
“You going to introduce me to your old lady?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m Eve.” She throws her hands up, her big diamond sparkling rainbows across the room. “I hate that old lady crap. I thought you were smart. Aren’t you a poet or something?” She arches a brow at me.
I can’t help but grin. “Something like that.”
“Nah, he’s been sucking Reed Saddington’s cock for years.”
I should say something. He’s being a piece of shit. The truth is I don’t give a fuck what he or anyone else thinks about me. The thought of Reed finding out does make me smirk. He’d be pissed. As many times as we fucked women together, both of us never got into touching each other, not even when we were drugged out of our minds. The snap of the pool table makes last night come flooding back.
“I need a shower before Church,” I grumble. Her smell is all over me, reminding me I broke my one rule. How did I not fucking wrap myself up? Fuck that, how did I even allow myself to go there?
Blade lifts an eyebrow and his green eyes bore into mine.
“What?” I snap. Right now, I’m not in a good mood. I’m angry at everything. But I need to get back in with my family, my club.
Then I’ll deal with Charlie. She was pissed, not that I blame her. What I did was beyond shit. Whatever. She got off on it.
The not wrapping up my dick thing though… can’t happen again, like never. I will never have kids again. I should have gotten a vasectomy. But it’s never been an issue—I always wear protection. Always.
“I won’t let you destroy all of us, David.” Blade’s voice holds no argument. He shakes his head. “I can see it in your eyes, brother.” I don’t try to defend myself. He’s right and I’m not all right. If last night is any indication, I could be worse off than I thought.
“I’m only here to get the job done and then I’ll be gone.” I stretch. Christ, I smell like sex.
“You put that cut back on, it stays on. Otherwise get the fuck out.” He looks me dead in the eyes and he’s not screwing around. It’s more than fair since I left and have not made any contact.
“And stop looking at him.” Blade grumbles at Eve.
“What? It’s uncanny how much he looks like the guy who plays Tho—” He grabs her and puts his hand over her mouth.
“Don’t say it.” It’s a warning anyone else would obey. She must stick her tongue on his hand because his lips twitch. His eyes twinkle as they find mine.
“I’ll be back. I need to have a conversation with my wife.”
“You can’t be jealous of your own cousin…” She barely gets it out before he lifts her over his shoulder.
“Like hell I can’t.” He spanks her ass.
“You said he was gay,” she squeals.
“You need something to keep your mouth occupied, Angel. I have just the thing.”
I sink back into the leather couch with an oomph. It’s like someone has decided to pound my temples with a hammer. I purposely avoid people who are happy. I stick with the broken and dark.
“I’m not joking, Eve. Stop looking at my cousin.” A hard metal key hits me in the chest. “You can have Mad Dog’s room. Shower, and if we vote that you can stay, that will be your room. Church has been called in an hour.”
He takes the stairs two at a time. All the while, Eve screams to be careful if he doesn’t want her to puke.
I reach into my slacks pocket for the last cigarette in my pack. I need to get my shit together. I’m sitting in the clubhouse wearing $2,000 Armani suit pants, no shirt, stinking of a woman’s pussy I should never have fucked.
“Christ,” I say as I light up and lean my head back, letting the nicotine work its magic. It’s my last vice. Well, maybe not my last. Sex is still a huge problem apparently. I hear the fellow brothers moving around. Some snicker, but I don’t give a fuck as my mind drifts to the mess I’m making. Jesus, I pretty much unleashed on Charlie.
I lift my hand for another drag and notice the lingering smell of her pussy. My cock hardens in appreciation. I drop my head back and stare up at the cream-colored ceiling.
I can’t remember a time when I’ve lost it on a woman. I was an animal claiming his mate, a fucking caveman.
“Fuck.” I throw an arm over my eyes, my mind needing to replay it—her chest rising and falling in excitement, long dark hair spilling around her like black ink. And when she came… ecstasy.
She loved it, all of it. Even being watched. Especially that part.
“David?” I open my eyes and drop my arm with a thud.