Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I nod, relieved. I might not understand biker culture, but it’s pretty clear they play by their own rules. I pull my shirt over my head.
The room is small, and it's awkward to undress in front of each other, but it's kind of fun, too. He's built like a Greek statue, but I'm no goddess. Nobody has ever seen me like this before.
Riot looks me over, then whistles softly. "Fuck, you're gorgeous. Let's get you clean before we get dirty." He pushes back the shower door and leans in to start the water.
I'm naked. With a naked man. And we're going to shower together. If I hadn’t had my encounter with Ghost, I’m not sure I’d be this daring, but now I want to see what Riot will do, and how it’ll make me feel.
The water's just shy of scalding, exactly how I like it. I try not to think about how much he’s seeing as he helps me tip back my head and let the water run through my hair without getting too much on the bandage.
"Hold still," he says, and gives the shower head a nudge so my hair is out of it, before he starts rubbing in shampoo. His strong fingers massage it into my scalp in a way that makes my knees weak. I put my hands against the tiled shower wall for support and close my eyes. It's easy to forget we’re completely naked when he's making me feel this good.
He rinses, keeping the water off my face with his hand, then reattaches the shower head. I try to move back into the stream, but he stops me. "Wait." Riot takes a cloth and squirts some body wash on it. The rough texture feels good on my back, and even better as he moves downwards over my hips and down my legs.
"That feels nice," I whisper.
"Good.” His voice is deep and raspy, more than usual.
I try not to think too hard about how he's got to be looking right at my butt when he's down low like that. The washcloth comes up the insides of my legs, but it's not until he passes my knees that I start getting nervous for real. Nervous, excited, tingly. Hot, not just from the shower, but from deep inside as well.
"Um…"
"Easy, girl, easy."
Swallowing hard, I step a little wider to give him room. He passes my knees and glides over the insides of my thighs. I close my eyes again, leaning into the wall so I don’t fall. Just as I think he's going to touch me between my legs, he veers back instead, sudsing up my butt. Part of me wishes desperately he continued all the way up instead of taking a detour, the other part of me relieved.
"You're being very thorough."
He's been rubbing my butt a lot more than it needs, I'm pretty sure. And it has an effect on me. I don't mean to push back against him, but I do anyway.
"This ass deserves a lot of attention," he says with a little laugh, and then he stands. He steps close, right up against me. Something thick and hard presses against the small of my back, and it takes a brief moment before I realize what it is. "You're poking me," I whisper.
He slides the washcloth up to right underneath my breasts. "With you in front of me, it's impossible not to. Is that too much?"
I deserve to live a little, don’t I? Heck, I deserve to live a lot. While I'm here, shouldn't I take everything I can get while I can?
"No. You're fine." I shake my head for emphasis. "Don't stop. Please."
"I fucking love it when you’re being good for me, but how about we see if being bad is even better?"
20
JESSICA
"I’m still wet!" I squeal as he drops me onto the bed.
He leans in with a grin. “Good.”
We were naked together in the shower, but it was so cramped in there that I didn’t feel very exposed, and I barely even got a glimpse of him. But this is different. I’m embarrassed for a second, and clasp my arms over my breasts, but then I get a good look at him and forget about myself.
Wow.
Riot is all muscles. Big, broad shoulders, powerful arms and a wide chest that tapers into narrow hips. Muscle shifts in his thighs when he moves, and between them… I was not ready to see all those inches of flesh pointing right at me as he stands at the end of the bed, taking me in. It looks so swollen it must be painful, and every inch of him is glistening right out of the shower.
Something in my memory of biology must be lacking, because I’m having a hard time believing that anything that big is actually intended to go where I was taught. "I… I'm not sure I'm ready for—"