Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Turning to leave, shame rising in my chest, I’m stunned when Western’s hand lashes out, catching my elbow. As if in slow motion, he spins me toward him until my body falls upon his, and there, his lips find mine. For a moment, I’m stunned, too shocked to even move. It takes a second for my sensations to start coming back, and when they do, oh, they come back with force.
My skin tingles.
My knees shake.
My heart pounds.
My lungs burn.
My stomach flutters.
My hands roam against firm flesh, and my mouth begins to move.
Western’s kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my short life. It’s full of raw, unfiltered pain, desire and lust. His mouth is rough, yet soft, and his beard is scratchy against my face, but it only adds to the increasing sensations washing through my body. Melting against him, my hands splay out across his chest, and my eyes flutter closed as our kiss deepens into something even words cannot describe. It’s pleasure and pain, forbidden passion and desire. It’s everything you could want in a kiss and move.
Pressing my body closer to his, our tongues dance together in a thrilling twist that has me aching, my pussy clenching with a need that I’m not entirely certain I can fight. I want him in a way I’ve not wanted a man before, and it’s devastating. My soul is on fire, and my body is filling with a hot need that I’m struggling to push back from. Gone are the thoughts of Hazel, or the fact that he spent twenty years in prison, and in their place are thoughts of want and need.
Of him laying my body down and filling me, the hard ridges of his muscles resting against my flesh as he fucks me, slow at first, then harder and deeper, until I’m gasping his name and arching my body, spreading my legs farther, wanting more. The wetness surrounding him as his cock slides in and out, stretching me, filling me, pounding into my tender flesh.
Oh, god.
The need is strong.
When I feel the rigid length of his dick against my stomach, I know he’s feeling the same things.
It’s hard, and it’s delicious.
Reaching down, our kiss deep and ongoing, I curl my fingers around the hard length between us. Even through the denim of his jeans, it’s impressive. A low growl leaves his throat, and he puts his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back, breaking our kiss. With swollen lips and a hooded expression, I look up at him, slightly confused.
Before I can say a single word, there is a pounding at the door.
“Night?”
It’s Colt.
Stepping away from me, I watch as Western adjusts himself aggressively as he moves to the door and opens it, revealing his father, standing shirtless, a cigarette between his lips, looking ridiculously delicious. I hate to say it, but Colt is a fine man and age only adds to that. He has obviously made his way from the side of a woman and come down here, because his jeans aren’t even done up. Sleek muscle disappears into his pants, and I can’t help but admire his muscled physique.
It's clear where Western gets it.
His eyes move to me, and a slow smile spreads across his face.
“See you’ve got company. Hello, darlin’, nice to see you again.”
My cheeks flush as I reach down, grabbing my things and walking to the door. “You too, Colt.”
His grin widens as my eyes try very hard not to land on his body a single second longer. I look to Western, who is watching me with a look of pure hunger. It catches me off guard and my blush only deepens at the sheer thought of what might have happened if Colt hadn’t interrupted.
“I should go, I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” I say to him, quickly, a little too quickly.
I step out of the door, past Colt, and he turns to watch me leave.
“Don’t be a stranger,” he calls.
I give him a smile over my shoulder.
He returns it with a wink.
My eyes flash briefly to Western, before I turn and disappear into the darkness.
Yikes.
These bikers are something else entirely.
I think I’m getting slightly addicted.
“YOU WHAT?” LEO GROWLS as we walk side by side on separate treadmills.
He pressures me into coming to the gym with him every now and then, most of the time I don’t go, but today I was feeling the need to burn off some extra energy. My thoughts are getting the better of me, consuming my mind, and I need to distract myself. No better way to do that than to work up a sweat. Besides, I wanted to tell Leo what happened with Western, even though his growl is a clear answer as to how he feels about that.
“I don’t know how it came about,” I explain, quickly, “but, Leo, it was out of this word.”