Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Curling his arm around me, he said, “Thanks for dinner. It was good.”
“You’re welcome. I love cooking. It wasn’t a hardship. What’s your middle name?”
“Cash. My mom had a thing for Johnny Cash when I was born.” He answered.
“You don’t talk about your family much, why not?” I asked him gently. I only knew that his childhood wasn’t the best, and that his mom took him and ran about every six months or so, but they were never gone for long because his dad always found them.
“My mom was great. She would do anything for you, you will love her. She lives in Dallas right now with her new husband. It’s my dad that bothers me. My childhood wasn’t a good one, and he was the sole reason why. My dad cheated on my mom openly and constantly, which is the way of a biker gang. They dealt and ran drugs, sold pussy, and he was horrible to my mom and me. Beat us both when he was drunk, one time he hit my mom so hard that her face split open from chin to temple. I think that was the last straw for me, I started hitting back. I enlisted as soon as I turned eighteen, vowing that I would be able to protect my mom better when I got out. My mom endured another three years until I could get her out without her being found. We got her a divorce, and a new name, and now she lives in Fort Worth with a restraining order against him, it also doesn’t hurt that she married the Captain of the Swat team. I’m not so worried about her anymore. That’s also what we do now. We offer safe passage to those who are abused, and get them new identities. We have also done a few rescue situations with hostages. But we don’t really advertise. The custom bikes, and fixing cars thing is just a way to make sure we keep enough money in the tanks when we need it.”
I sat there stunned that he had finally let me in. I knew that the club had done other things, but never in my wildest dreams would I have guessed that they helped those in need. They look like crazy bikers, not a bunch of do gooders.
“My dad died when I was only a baby, James not much older at three. He hadn’t even met me yet actually. It was his last tour; he was supposed to be home in a week’s time when he was killed. Mom was devastated, but she raised James and me up to the best of her ability. James worked full time as soon as he was fifteen so he could help out. I started working at the parts store when I was eighteen, and haven’t left since.”
“I know Chey.” He whispered. “James told me a while ago, but thank you for telling me.”
We sat in silence for a long while and just rocked. Every once and a while we would hear a bike come or go, but otherwise the night was silent, with the exception of the crickets and locusts who were quite loud this time of year.
Sam’s hand was lying on my stomach just above my jeans, and it was causing a low burn to start in my belly. I squirmed a little on his lap, and that was all it took for him to take over control. His hand went down and cupped my sex rubbing with the heel of his palm. I moaned and squirmed some more. My hands found themselves undoing the button and zipper of my jeans so he could gain access more easily. He growled low in his throat, and his fingers went down into my panties and worked me until I was flying over the edge into an orgasm.
He stood suddenly and yanked my pants down to my ankles bending me over the railing that he was earlier using to rest his feet on. I heard his belt buckle clink as it hit the ground, and then he was inside me, thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. His hands were at my hips, yanking me back in time with his thrusts. I could feel his balls slap against me with each thrust, knocking against my clit with the perfect speed that had me flying over the precipice again, taking him with me this time.
I felt him pull out, and wetness trickled out of me and down my thigh. This was getting ridiculous. I really needed to figure something out here.
I pulled my panties and jeans back up while he situated himself back into his. I looked at him with the stink eye.
“You did it again! Can’t you at least pull out?” I asked snottily.
“No, the only place my come is going is inside you.” Sam said matter of factly.
“Well if that wasn’t a cave man response, I don’t know what is.” I said to him. “I wanted to be married before I had a baby. That is the way it is supposed to be.”
“Now that you mention it….” He said trailing off while grabbing my arm and leading me into the bedroom. “I got this a couple of days ago. Will you marry me?” he said producing a white gold diamond solitaire that looked like it was over one carat.
I was speechless. Absolutely speechless. What on earth? We’ve only known each other for a month.
“We’ve only known each other for a month!” I screeched.
“I’ve already asked James, and he gave me his blessing. I knew the night you came into the bar that you were mine. I just had to make you realize it. I’m not into that touchy feely shit, but my life wasn’t so great before you got here. I was just living it. Not feeling it.” He said.
My mouth opened and closed like a guppy. He just stared at me, waiting expectantly. He didn’t look worried that I wouldn’t say yes. I wasn’t a stupid girl. Sam was my dream man, and he had just presented me with everything that I have ever wanted.