Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
His room was one of the few that had an en-suite shower. Unlike some of the brothers, who wanted a large bed for the orgies they had. Dirty wanted a place to stay and wash. He didn’t give a shit about having a large bed. Besides, if he was going to be part of any orgy, none of it was going to be organized. It would be spontaneous. Now, he was pleased having that kind of forethought.
There were no orgies, no women, no stranger sex for him in his future. All he had was a nice hot shower to look forward to.
Stripping out of his clothes, he stepped beneath the hot spray and tilted his head back to enjoy the warmth. He tried to ignore the memories, but he should have known he didn’t have any control over them.
Petal. He couldn’t bring her back to the clubhouse, because the brothers were shit at keeping those kinds of personal secrets. Anything to do with the club was locked tighter than fucking Fort Knox, but they couldn’t hold personal business, especially drama filled.
They couldn’t go to her place because of her parents and siblings, so he rode them out to a small hotel. The manager didn’t mind renting the room by the hour or the night. Dirty hated renting by the hour, but when their needs had gotten too great, that was exactly what he’d done.
Being balls-deep inside Petal had felt like a motherfucking calling. He’d been so distracted, and yes, he hadn’t even made the effort to wrap his dick. Instead, he’d enjoyed her bareback. Sliding into her pussy, knowing no other man had been there but him had been a heady experience. One he’d repeated again, and again, and again.
He’d known there was a risk with all the times he’d been with her—a high fucking risk of her getting pregnant—but that hadn’t stopped him. Nothing had stopped him.
All he could see was what he wanted, and he knew that was fucking selfish. All that should have mattered to him was Petal. But he’d been driven by that need, and he’d been unable to stop it.
Closing his eyes, he imagined her back in his shower. That sweet smile she only ever reserved for those people that mattered to her. No one else ever got to see her smile.
Petal was reserved. She was so fucking sweet and kind, and smart, and funny. She was so many things, and yet at the same time, she also kept a lot of people back.
Wrapping his fingers around his dick, he brought forward a memory of her standing in the shower, soap in her hands, lathering his back, laughing as she did so. He couldn’t stand to have her touching him and not grab her himself, and as he did so, he pulled her into his arms. At the same time, he pushed her up against the corner of the shower. Her hands had touched his chest and slowly began to slide up, wrapping them around his body.
He fucking loved her hands all over him.
Gripping her ass, he’d lifted her up and got her to grab his cock and feed it into her waiting pussy. She’d been so tight. No matter how many times he fucked her, she was always so tight. He’d slid into her tight hot cunt, grunting as he did.
Dirty pulled out of the memory as his own release took him by surprise. He worked his cock, pulling every last drop of his cum, allowing it to fall down the drain without a thought. His cum in the sewers couldn’t do any damage. There was no fear of him getting her pregnant.
Shaking his head, he clenched his hand into a fist, brought it back, and slammed it against the tile. He didn’t do it hard. The last thing he wanted was to break his bathroom. Warden would ask questions, and the few people who knew the truth, the better. That is what he kept telling himself.
One day, it was going to be over. He’d move on, and Petal would move on. Her pussy, her smile, everything would no longer matter to him. He’d enjoy other women, just as she’d enjoy other men.
This would be nothing more than a distant memory, at least that was what he hoped.
Chapter Four
Slow and steady won the race. That was Petal’s new mantra. It was what she kept telling herself when the dark thoughts she tried to keep at bay threatened to spill over.
Life was not a race. She had a feeling there were people who would completely disagree with her, but she wasn’t in a race with anyone else.
Nursing her beer, she looked around the party at the clubhouse, and she felt numb. There were a lot of people, but Rosalie had told her there were always a lot of members of the Satan’s Death Riders MC. The club wasn’t limited to those that stayed at the clubhouse, although there were a lot. There were members always on the road. Some of the club couldn’t stand to be in one place and used it as a stopping point. Whenever Warden called, they would come through.