Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I'm the filling of a biker sandwich. Savage raises an eyebrow when I giggle.
Then Crank whirls me around, sliding long, strong fingers into my hair while his other hand drops to cup my ass and keep me close. He tugs down on my hair to get me to look up, and I get my second welcome kiss of the evening. If anything, it's more demanding and possessive than Savage's, like he's got something to prove. His beard brushes my face and neck while his tongue plunders my mouth. I return it the best I can, wrapping my arms around his powerful neck, but he's the one running the show. All I have to do is hang on for dear life.
By the time he releases me, my knees feel like jelly, so it's good that Poe's there to catch me.
“There you are!” I gasp.
Having mercy on my wobbly legs, he pulls me with him into a nearby couch instead of making me stand. I let him settle me on his lap, with one hand on my hip and the other cupping the side of my face. He traces my cheekbone with a calloused thumb, then leans in, his long, dark hair falling forwards to hide both of our faces as his tongue slides along mine.
“Looks like you're going to be busy for a while,” Jessica says, voice full of humor. “I'm going to go party with my guys. Come find us later if you want, but I won’t take it personally if you find something better to do. Or three.”
When Poe finally lets me up for air, Crank's sitting on my one side, slowly stroking my thigh, while Savage is on the other, twisting a lock of my hair around his finger. All around us, the party is rowdy, filthy and loud, but I’m at the center of our own little bubble. It makes everything else easy to ignore.
Almost like being safe behind club walls while the mob is waiting outside.
No. I push that down and bury it. Denial? Absolutely.
“I missed you guys.” A nervous laugh goes through me.
“You're thinking real hard,” Crank says, leaning in so his deep blue eyes are close to mine. “Penny for what’s going on in there.”
“That saying has to be at least a quarter now with inflation,” I joke. “About your suggestion.” I look down at where Crank’s hand is stroking my thigh.
“You know what we want, but what do you want, Paige?” Poe asks, his voice sinfully smooth.
Oh, I know what I want, but I’m not sure I can handle it. On the other hand, I could be dead in a week if things go wrong, and what good will being careful have done me? That thought makes me realize I've already made my decision. Either I can handle it or I can’t. I trust them not to hurt me, so it’s only my own self-consciousness that’s holding me back. All I can worry about right now is lasting all night. Because I'm sure they will.
Savage stands up and toes my knees apart so he can stand between them. Poe’s hand slides up the front of my shirt until it rests softly on the front of my neck. Crank cups my jaw in his big hand and strokes his thumb across my lips. I gasp a tiny bit, and he slips it inside my mouth.
“You want a taste of what belonging to us would be like, don’t you? But you’re afraid to say it,” Savage says. “You don’t even know where to start.”
Oh, my… My brain turns off. No thoughts. Paige can’t come to the phone right now.
I nod weakly.
“Then let’s turn this into a private party.”
22
PAIGE
They take me to Savage's place since it has the most room, and Crank carries me the whole way. He doesn’t put me down until he tosses me onto Savage’s bed. I scramble to my knees, heart thundering at the thought of what might happen. I have a funny feeling that my imagination is going to get a workout if I spend time with them.
“You really think you're fucking ready?” Poe asks, standing between Crank and Savage with his arms crossed over his chest.
“I don’t think she is,” Crank says, the corners of his mouth curled up in a wicked smile. “A sweet little girl like her? Giving it up for a bunch of fucking criminals? Who knows what we’ll make her do.” His words might be scary, if not for the tiny wink he gives me.
I kick off my shoes and scoot backwards on the bed, until my back is against the wall. If they want to play, this is a game I think I like. “But I owe you! You saved me!” I drop my eyes to my hands, and then glance back up through my eyelashes, trying not to giggle.