Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 798(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
“Fuck, I needed that,” Road says when we break apart to breathe.
I cup his face, aroused by the specks of blood on his cheek. “We’re never getting enough time. You’re always on my mind, and constantly out of reach. I want a month to ourselves where we get to fuck whenever we want to and just be.”
Laughter. I love how he sounds when he’s amused, all rough and raspy, as if there was only a fraction of difference between grins and anger. “Count me in, Blue Eyes. We’d ride wherever the wind takes us, without a care in the world.”
“I never got to be open like this. I don’t have to posture with you. I can tell you I love you and not feel self-conscious about it. I never truly got to be myself before. The biker lifestyle was supposed to be freedom, but with the Butchers, it was shackles.”
Road nods, and his hands ride up my hips, squeezing me around the waist. “I think I’m done with that now. Don’t want to pretend so people accept me.”
I nip on his lip with a smirk. “I accept you. Inside me.” Just saying it makes me horny. I want him devouring me. I was ready before, I got comfortable with Road like with no one else, but Isaac’s death took away the fear I’ve lived with all those years. I’m so fucking free. It might be the adrenaline talking, but I don’t even miss my house right now.
Clean slate.
Road’s exhale sounds shaky, and he presses his forehead to mine. “Don’t tempt me,” he whispers. “Especially that I don’t think I’ve gotten the memo just yet.”
“I know. I kept you at arm’s length for a while.” It’s what I needed at the time, but not anymore. Now that I know how it feels to be under Road, I want it again and again.
“You had no reason to trust me, really, and your previous try was…. you know,” he says, letting the words hang in the air as if we’re standing in Isaac’s shadow.
It makes me uncomfortable so I hide my face against his neck. “Don’t make me regret I told you. I don’t want you treating me like some broken thing. I like your confidence, how grabby you get. I like it rough and dirty. Don’t let him take that from me.”
Road’s chest expands as he inhales, and his hold on me tightens. “You don’t have, like, flashbacks when we do it? I just really don’t want to fuck anything up. Not between us.”
“I was nervous, but you made it good. You won’t fuck up. I want you too much.” I lick the scarred part of his ear, knowing how ticklish he is there. “Go on, grab my ass. I know you want to.”
I love the growl he utters when his hands take hold of my buttocks. He’s grabbing them as if he owns me, and he fucking does. Independence? Freedom? I’ll take them only if they involve Road holding me in place while he whispers the nastiest shit straight into my ear.
“We might have little time, but I want you right here, against the bars.”
It’s as if he’s read my mind. I pull away to look into his eyes, but I still press my dick against his thigh so he can feel me getting hard. “Show me. Their meeting will be long enough.” I don’t really know that, but I don’t give a fuck. If they open the door upstairs and hear us, they’ll probably stay there until we’re done anyway.
“That’s what you want? For me to take you here and not stop even if my whole club comes in?” he rasps, and I shiver when he kicks apart my feet. Fuck, he smells like leather, and smoke, and pine, and I want him buried deep inside me right the fuck now! I reach for his belt to unbuckle it quickly.
“Fuck it. I bet Creep would stay to watch, and then what would you do? Just let him see me?” I raise my eyebrows and lick his lips. I want that beast I fell for, and judging by the darkness in Road’s honey-brown eyes, it’s about to emerge and unleash its lust on me right here, in the cell.
“He doesn’t get to touch you,” Road tells me, and I get to my toes when he sandwiches me between him and the bars with more force. He touches my crack through denim, as if he’s trying to rub his way in.
“Only you? Ever?” I tease him even though he’s the only one I want. I have a fire burning for him at all hours, but the heat of his gaze feeds my desire, making it grow, until I can’t help myself and reach into his pants.
He grabs my jaw, forces my head back, and I’m melting in the fire raging in his eyes. “Only me,” he rasps in a deep, velvety tone I didn’t know he was capable of. “Why? You don’t think I can keep you satisfied?” he asks, thrusting his firm dick through the grip of my fingers, still crowding me so deliciously my erection is almost painfully squashed.