Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Lightning grins. “Trying to get rid of us?”
“What? No.”
“Don’t fucking worry about ten days from now, let alone ten years,” Outlaw says, propping his head up on an arm. “We’ll deal with today first, and then see where we are tomorrow. Right now, I just want something to eat.”
“I'll see what’s nearby,” Lightning says, pulling out his phone.
“Chinese,” Thunder adds. “Szechuan Chicken, extra hot. Wanna feel it burn all the way down.”
“And out,” Lightning tacks on.
I blink at the guys. Apparently I'm stuck with them. And we're having Chinese for dinner.
A warm feeling spreads inside, making me grin. If you look away from the kidnapping, the shooting, the hiding out while fearing for our lives, it’s actually been nice to be part of the group. It’s just been me and Mom for a long time, and I’ve never had any other family. The way they’ve taken me in without question, it would be really easy to get too attached.
Well, if you can't beat them, then join them. “General Tso's, if they have it. Medium,” I announce, before going to explore the shower. I need to get all this desert dust and road grit off me.
“Noted,” says Shadow.
Still smiling, I go check out the bathroom. It's nice. With a huge open shower that looks more like a sauna, with a wood slat floor, two shower heads on the wall and two rainfall showerheads above. There’s room for at least three or four people my size, so maybe two bikers.
I strip off my dust filled clothes and turn on all the heads. When I jump in, it's like being dropped into a tropical storm. One day when this is all over and I have a home of my own, I’m going to have a shower like this. That's not too much to ask, is it?
I'm just starting to lather up with the complimentary loofa when a cool draft alerts me that the bathroom door's been opened. “Who's there?”
“Need help? I’m good at scrubbing backs and other hard to reach spots.” Lightning's voice is teasing.
“I'm not dressed!” Why out of all my options was that what came out of my mouth?
“Woulda hated to think you were one of those weirdos who showers with their clothes on,” says Thunder.
“It'll get pretty cramped in here,” I note, not sure if I'm trying to encourage or discourage them. I turn towards the back showerhead, clutching the loofa with both hands and my forearms covering my breasts.
“Then I guess we’ll have to get cozy,” Thunder says so close that I jump. “You've got great hips for holding onto, honey.”
He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me into him, pressing my shoulder blades against his torso, my legs against his, and his rigid cock against the small of my back. My time with him and Thunder feels like a lifetime ago even though it’s only been a couple of days. I swallow nervously at the thought, because I don't think anyone's going to interrupt us today.
“Hand me the scrubby thing,” he asks, clearly not expecting resistance.
I pass it to his waiting hands, knowing that I'm baring my breasts in the process, but what’s the point? He’s seen all of me, and I doubt I’m hiding nearly as much as I think. As tall as he is, I bet he’s getting a great top-down view.
“I found another one.” Lightning says, and then there are two big, naked men scrubbing me down with a loofa each.
They’re more gentle than I would’ve imagined, and very thorough. The rough texture feels so good against my thighs, my sides, and right up the middle of my back. I close my eyes and let them work, shivering in pleasure.
When one passes over my breast, my nipple draws tight. I have to bite my lower lip. “Watch it,” I whisper.
“Oh, we are,” Lightning confirms, and my other breast gets the same treatment, followed by a sudden, wet kiss. I let out a soft moan.
Thunder focuses on my back while Lightning takes the front. I suck in my belly, because that's what you do when two perfect specimens of man are seeing you bare-ass naked. Maybe all this running away and dodging bullets will help me trim down a little.
Lightning chuckles as he kisses me, right around my belly button. “I’m going to stay right here until you breathe, baby. You're perfectly fucking beautiful as you are. Don't fucking try to hide yourself from us.”
I let out my breath slowly as his words wash over me. A lifetime of little comments and edited magazine photos can’t be undone in one kiss, but it’s a start. Unconditional acceptance. God, how is it that I haven’t felt it until now, with them? I run my fingers through Lightning’s short hair, nearly black now that it’s wet. I scrape my fingers over his scalp as he continues to do exactly as promised and kisses my stomach.