Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Your call,” I tell her with a grin, enjoying this far more than I should. “Either you’re shooting that thing or I am. But fair warning, if you start shooting while riding my cock, I will come before you and I can’t have that.”
Her eyes widen again and realizing she’s way out of her realm of expertise, she shoves the gun into my chest, and I take it from her while keeping my other hand on the throttle. “Alright, Firefly. Hold the fuck on.”
Quickly glancing back over my shoulder, I ease up on the throttle, letting them get a little closer when Oakley starts riding my cock again, getting off on the wicked thrill like my feisty little she-devil should.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my balls tightening. This is the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to me. Riding my bike while my girl rides me in the middle of a fucking shootout. Holy fuck. I will die a happy man.
We fly down the main straight of Faders Bay, only a few minutes away from the DeVil Hotel when two other SUVs pull out to join the first, clearly realizing their cover has been blown. Without wanting them to be able to gain on us, I aim right for the driver of the original car.
BANG!
The bullet ricochets off the glass and I curse. “What’s wrong?” Oakley questions, peering over my shoulder to watch the show, her pussy working me right to the darkest pits of hell.
“Bulletproof glass,” I tell her, quickly glancing at the road ahead before focusing back on the SUV and lowering the gun to the front tire. Only before I can take another shot, guns appear out the windows of the three SUVs, making my cock flinch with excitement.
Oakley’s pussy clenches around me, and as I take my shot, blowing out the front right tire of the first SUV, she cries out, reaching her limit and coming hard. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as the SUV violently swerves and hits the curb, sending them into a death roll behind us, but all that matters is the way her walls start convulsing around me.
“Oh, fuck. Firefly,” I groan into her ear, my own release spiraling out of control and blasting through my body. I come hard, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside her sweet cunt as bullets from the two remaining SUVs start whizzing past our heads, only making me come that much harder.
She squeals as her high rocks through her, trying to duck her head down in front of me, more than prepared to use my body as a human shield, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I would stand in front of every one of these fucking bullets if it meant saving her.
We fly around the small bend and find a familiar Escalade hurtling toward us, and a breath of relief flies through my lips. “Is that Zade?” Oakley rushes out.
“Yeah.”
Her body seems to relax against me, and as the Escalade storms past us, I meet Zade’s stare through the tinted windows. Then he’s gone, soaring past me and cutting the Escalade around in a narrow arc, coming to a screeching halt in the middle of the road. Right between us and the SUVs.
Sawyer and Cross fire back as Zade pulls himself out the driver’s side window and shoots over the top of the Escalade. I come to a stop, the Escalade offering protection from the bullets, as Oakley watches with wide eyes, our view mostly blocked. I free myself from Oakley, settling her down on the back of my bike before stuffing my cock back into my pants as though stuffing a Thanksgiving turkey. I stand before her, ready to take one of the boys’ places if it comes down to it, but it won’t. My boys are just that fucking good.
In the space of four seconds, one of Zade’s bullets penetrates the gas tank on one of the SUVs, and a loud explosion rocks through the city center, taking them all out. The heat from the blast has Oakley shrinking back, throwing her hands up to protect her face. Before the sound has even finished echoing through Faders Bay, Zade looks back toward me as he slides back into his Escalade. “Get her back to the penthouse. Now.” Without a second glance, he takes off like a bat out of hell, my bike sailing closely behind.
Chapter 28
OAKLEY
My hands shake as I stand in my closet, trying to figure out what the hell I’m supposed to wear to an execution. Nikolai’s trial is today, and I can only assume it would be much like sitting through a court case, only the sentencing is going to be a tad harsher than anything I’ve seen on Judge Judy.
So many questions about today have been circling my mind, seeing as I have no idea how this is going to play out. Am I going to be questioned and brought forward to speak in front of The Circle? Is it going to be my statement that ensures a bullet is put between Nikolai’s eyes? Or will they dismiss me because I’m simply a nobody? Despite being the true heir, I have no standing within their ranks, but it’s not like that information is widely known—at least I don’t think it is. I’m starting to wonder just how many people actually know about my existence.