Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
I smile at him, grateful for his words. “I’m going to get some things ready, I’ll see you later?”
He nods, and steps forward, taking my face in his hands. He kisses me, long and hard, and then tells me he’s going to go and see King and the club, and make sure they’re not causing too much trouble out in the shed, now they’re all back together.
I have no doubt some drama is going to unfold out of this, especially with Cohen. Right now, though, that’s Alarick’s problem and not mine.
The only problem I am worried about right now, is finding Cova and making sure she gets home safe.
God, I hope this goes well.
I really, really need it to.
“YOU LOOK FUCKIN’ BEAUTIFUL, sittin’ there, lookin’ like that.”
I glance over at Alarick, who is doing a turn at driving in the truck with me so Bohdi could ride with the guys for a while. He wanted to give him the whole experience. I chose not to go on the bike, due to the fact that my butt gets numb and there is no way I can go a few hours on the back of that thing. I was happy to ride along with Bohdi, even though he didn’t say a great deal.
I got to know a little about him, which was good.
Now Alarick has taken over, and it’s just the two of us, following behind the massive group of bikes that makes me proud to be part of this family. Of this club.
“Thank you,” I say softly, smiling at him. “You look pretty good handling this truck, too.”
He chuckles. “Not a great deal of effort, really.”
I laugh. “No, but you’re doing a great job with it.”
“You know what would be even better?”
I shake my head, but a sly smile stretches across my face.
“If you get those tiny fuckin’ shorts off and play with that sweet pussy while I drive, nothin’ would turn me on more.”
Oh.
Boy.
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that.
But I’m not entirely against the idea, either.
I mean, damn, it wouldn’t be a bad idea.
I take the button of my shorts and slowly pop it open. Alarick glances over quickly, his eyes flashing with desire as I shimmy them down my legs. I move slight to the side and place a leg over the back of the seat, so I’m spread before him. I rub my panties, teasing, taunting, and I can see the bulge in his jeans hardening right away.
Oh.
Yes.
This is good.
I slip my fingers inside my panties and gently run them over my clit. I moan and Alarick makes a satisfied growling sound, before slowly placing his hand down onto his jeans and rubbing his cock through them.
Oh.
Yes.
Yes.
Please.
I slip my panties to the side, showing him my pussy, and I carefully rub, making sure to keep the seduction tactic alive. I rub up and down, moaning as I do. It feels good, incredible. Knowing he’s watching, knowing he’s turned on, it does things to me.
“Get your cock out,” I whisper, rubbing harder.
He does as I ask; he gets his cock out and starts stroking. Slowly at first, and I watch in satisfaction as it gets harder, redder, and god does it look good. I lick my lips and watch as his hand moves up and down, stroking over the hard length. I feel myself beginning to pulse as I watch him stroke his cock harder and harder.
“I need to put you in my mouth,” I whimper, pulling my seatbelt out and lunging forward until my mouth is on his cock, my hand is wrapped around the base, and my other hand is rapidly stroking my clit.
Alarick growls, low and deep, and his hips arch up, thrusting his cock further into my mouth until I’m gagging.
That only turns us both on even more.
I’m going to cum so damned hard.
I moan on his cock as I find my release. My body trembles and he growls in satisfaction, before I feel him tighten beneath my tongue and then suddenly he’s spurting, strand after blissful strand of cum, into my throat. I take it all, swallowing. With one last shudder, he pulls back, and I sit back up in my seat, pushing my panties back and pulling my shorts up.
Then I glance at him.
“Well, damn,” I whisper. “That was something else.”
“Fuck. You never cease to amaze me, honey. Fuckin’ wild child.”
I grin at him.
Well, that was a hell of a start to the trip, if I do say so myself.
Here’s hoping the rest goes just as smoothly.
23
FLICK
“Here’s the plan,” I say to all the men as we stand three blocks down from Cova’s address. “We knock, ask to speak to Cova, tell her who we are and see our reaction. If it’s safe, we take her. She may not come easily, or she may, that’s goin’ to be something we have to figure out. The problem is, she may have what’s called Stockholm Syndrome, it’s a very real thing and can confuse people who have been held captive.”