Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
I blushed, looking around expecting to see other people in the bar staring at our impromptu slut smack down. Surprisingly, only a few men gave us sideways glances, everyone else had eyes on the dancers. Maybe this kind of thing happened all the time.
“Football! I told you,” Amy whispered triumphantly from beside me.
I rolled my eyes. “Not really an important point right now Abrams.” I was more worried about what hid behind Cade’s emotionless façade than my ignorance when it came to American sports.
“Oh, come on Cade, lighten up, so we disobeyed your orders and came to the strip club that you own. Big woop. You are not the master of the universe and we are adults who are entitled to do whatever we want. And tonight we just so happened to want to do some boob job research and teach some sluts a lesson. Get over it and have a drink,” Rosie piped in from behind me, her words slightly slurred but still scolding her older brother.
“Well I could sure use a beer, and a private dance after that performance,” Lucky smirked and walked off in the direction of the bar.
Alex shook his head again at Amy and me before joining Ryan and the girls at the table. That left Cade, Brock, Amy and I all staring at each other. I could feel the burn of Cade’s gaze on me. I opened my mouth to say something, I’m not sure what, but I figured alcohol would help me out when a horny biker bet me to it.
“Abrams, back of my bike. Now,” Brock commanded gruffly.
Amy narrowed her eyes, “Oh, I’m sorry, I think I may have just landed in a parallel universe where you have the right to order me around like a dog. No wait. In no universe do you have that right.” She glared at Brock.
His gaze turned glacial. “Get your skinny ass out the door now, Amy.”
She stood her ground. I was impressed. “Make me,” She challenged with a smug smile.
They both stared at each other, neither one backing down until Brock threw up his muscled arms.
“Fuck this. I don’t need to put up with your shit, there are plenty of women around here that are a fuck of a lot less trouble than you.” He stormed off, tagging a barely clothed waitress around the hips and dragging her into a back room. To be fair, she looked more than willing. Amy’s smile dimmed, her eyes on the door before she shook herself out of it, turning to the table.
“We need shots!” she announced shakily.
I had been too busy watching all of that unfold to notice Cade’s attention had not left me. I glanced back to see his intense gaze burning into me.
“We’re leaving,” he announced hoarsely, eyes hooded.
“Okeydoke,” I replied immediately. I wasn’t feeling like asserting my feminine independence like Amy, in fact I was feeling desire pooling at the bottom of my stomach at the way Cade was looking at me.
I turned to my friends, who were laughing over cocktails.
“My favorite part was when Gwen said, ‘Didn’t your Dad ever teach you? Never rear back when punching someone.’ Fucking classic,” Lucy exclaimed, while everyone else cackled with laughter.
“Okay guys, as much as I would love to hear you keep talking about what a bad ass I am, I’m leaving,” I announced to the little group. I ignored the groans of protest and blew them all kisses before Cade, who had ran out of patience, grabbed my arm and nearly dragged me out of there.
We arrived at Cade’s, and I was pretty soaked with desire. The entire ride I had plastered my body to his, feeling his muscles taught and hard, knowing he was hanging on by a thread. This thought was corrected when he slammed me against the wall as soon as we got through the door.
“Jesus Christ, baby, you’re full of fucking surprises. Even when I think I couldn’t get more turned on by you and your hot little body and your smart fuckin’ mouth, you do something else to prove me wrong,” he grunted out between his plundering kisses.
He yanked off my dress roughly, my worry for my couture had vanished and was replaced with sheer animalistic passion. I moaned as Cade sucked my nipple through the lace of my bra, his hand delving into my panties.
“Knowing you can handle yourself like that, stand up for your friends like that, and still be sweet and wear the fucking ladylike shit you wear. Drives me crazy,” he snarled biting my neck and pushing a finger inside me. I struggled to remain coherent, feeling the orgasm build up inside me.
“You’re my bad little bitch hiding underneath all those fancy clothes aren’t you?” he asked roughly, tweaking my nipple.
I moaned, the pleasure and his words too much, I was unable to string any semblance of a sentence together.
“You want me to fuck you hard? I know you do my little spitfire.”
I screamed with an orgasm as he plunged into me, pounding me against the wall.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to his shirt, reveling in the frantic intensity of our joining. Cade was relentless, holding my neck with a firm grip, eyes burning into mine, searing into my soul. His fingertips bit into my ass as he continued to fuck me against the wall. I could feel myself building again, the friction against my clit almost too much.
“Cade…” I moaned breathlessly.
“Come again, baby,” he commanded, gruffly, eyes never leaving mine.
A second later I did, I soared through my release, and through the haze I felt Cade’s body tighten at his own. Unable to hold myself up, I was thankful for his strong arms.
He pressed his forehead against mine breathing heavily.
“That was…amazing,” I told him dreamily.
His hand circled my neck and he pressed his mouth to mine for a tender kiss.
“Yeah baby it was.” Grey eyes searched mine. “And that better not have been you even considering doing anything with these beautiful babies.” He cupped my breasts. “I forbid you to change anything about your beautiful body,” he growled.