Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Little did I know that I opened a door that would have deadly consequences in the days to come, and I would regret the decision of not talking to him beforehand, with my every breath.
Chapter 18
Loud pipes save lives.
-Biker Patch
Winter
“What are all y’all doing?” I asked as I came up behind the ladies that were crowded around the back window of the garage.
It overlooked an open field at the side of the property. It was used by the previous owners as grazing land for their cattle. However, now it was just a pasture that nobody used. It was there as potential land that Free could expand on if the need ever arose.
“We called you so you could witness the stupidity of our men.” Blaine said, a little peeved.
“Jack’s back? What the fuck? He couldn’t even come say hi to me first before he started working?” I asked, annoyed beyond belief.
I hadn’t seen him in nearly three days, and only spoke with him on the phone twice, for less than a minute. Was a little consideration too much to ask?
“Oh, he walked in and Elliott challenged him to a log splitting competition. Nobody else would do it with him, so Jack conceded.” Ember said laughingly.
“At least your husband didn’t come in with some smoking hot woman and leave without even saying hi.” Cheyenne fumed.
The woman in question must be the “shit” Jack said he was bringing home.
Tamping down some of my anger, I walked to the window and my eyes about fell out of my head.
Both men were wearing dark faded jeans, motorcycle boots, and nothing else. Oh, and it was only thirty four degrees out.
They were both chopping away at large pieces of logs. The pile of wood on either side of their spaces was over flowing, and it looked to me that they were both tied.
“What are the rules?” I asked, wiping discreetly at the minute amount of drool that escaped the side of my mouth.
“Whoever stops first loses.” Ember said just before she stuffed a huge handful of popcorn into her mouth.
I watched Jack’s upper body ripple. Each move and bend of his body showed off a different set of muscles in his arms and chest. Even his neck was getting into the action. Steam was rising off his body with each swing, and tracks of sweat flowed down his ridged abdomen.
His strong hands flexed as he brought the axe up high over his head, and then clamped down tight as he let it fly. His abs flexed and rippled as he tightened his core and I felt that familiar tickle down deep.
The one that said if I didn’t take my mind off what I was doing right that very second, I’d embarrass myself.
However, after another twenty minutes of watching him work, I was dying.
Slamming myself out through the side door, I nearly turned around and went back inside when I felt the cold, blistering wind. Except as I got closer, I got an even better view of his ass and back working, and my nipples tightened into tight, turgid beads that strained against the yoga top that was serving as clothes.
“Hey, Jack?” I called.
My voice sounded husky even to myself, but I couldn’t help it. The man was sex personified, and I hadn’t had anything for going on four days now.
“Yeah?” He huffed right before bringing the axe down again. Splitting the log that was before him like a twig.
“Is there any way we could, um,” I said barely containing my desperation. “Ah, you know, pause this for a second.”
“I’m kind of busy. Can’t it wait?” He asked with a grunt.
Thwack. The axe met the wood and then the two pieces fell like bowling pins on either side.
I walked a wide arc around then and started heading in the direction of our home. As soon as I got to the corner, I turned and pulled out my phone. Recording about a minute and a half of his beautiful body rippling, I shoved the phone back into my pocket and put my arms to my waist.
“Oh, Jack,” I said one more time.
He glanced up, but didn’t stop what he was doing.
“Be careful out here while I take care of myself after this little performance you inadvertently did for me. Love you.” I smiled wide and turned to leave.
Once I rounded the corner, I sprinted towards the house at a flat run and slammed the door open and shut behind me. By the time I hit the hallway, my top was gone and my shoes were kicked off. Once I got to the bed, I bent over and slid my tight yoga pants down to my calves.
Just as I balanced on one foot to remove it from my ankle, two strong hands cupped my hips, and I was pushed over the edge of the bed, ankles still bound.
“Play with fire,” Jack said with his lips against my spine. “You end up burned.”
“Oh, I’m burning alright.” I panted as his rough hands guided my body down to the bed.
My face met the mattress, and I all but came unglued. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg.” He said gruffly
The pop, pop, pop of the buttons on his jeans gave me enough time to brace before every hard inch of his cock slammed inside of me.
My orgasm tore through me, and I screamed into the mattress, clawing with both hands.
“Fuck,” He gritted out.
My channel convulsed around him.
Each plunge of his cock into my contracting slickness spurred him on. Higher and higher he went, until one climax turned into another. Each of his thrusts were emphasized by a grunt, until, finally, he met a release of his own, and poured himself into me.
He collapsed against my back and I could feel the sweat that still clung to him, both new and old.
Involuntarily, I clenched around his length and a hard slap against the outside of my thigh told me that was enough of that.
“Sorry.” I whispered with a satisfied smile on my face.
“It’s okay, baby. I just don’t think I have anything left in me after that.” He said as lifted up onto his elbows and slowly disengaged himself from me and tossed himself to the side of me.