Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
She had me at the edge in no time, and not wanting to come too soon, I drew my hips back with a ragged moan. Gripping her beneath her armpits, I pulled her up from her kneeling position, roughly slanting my lips over hers, yanking her hard up against me. I quickly slipped my hand between her legs and slid a finger between her wet folds. She gasped, moaning into our kiss. I tightened my arm around her and pulled back from her addictive mouth, watching as her beautiful face contorted with pure bliss. Her pretty mouth parted when I slid a slick finger into her wet heat.
Fuck, she was so perfect for me.
“Fuck this shower right now,” I grumbled, reaching forward to shut the water off.
I quickly swept her up into my arms and kissed her hard and deep as I carried her into the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, I moved my body over hers, using my arms to keep my weight off of her. My next kiss was softer and gentler, and she whined.
“River, please,” she begged, her hands running over my body almost frantically.
I lifted one of her legs so it hooked around my hips, and I swiftly slid inside of her tight cunt. She dug her nails into my back, choking on her next breath when I drew out and punched back inside of her. I took care in not hurting her, but I still made sure to fuck her in that way she loved—hard and savagely.
She liked to feel as if I was claiming her as mine all over again.
When we finally came, we came together, and it was a goddamn explosion when we did.
Adelaide was passed out next to me despite the sheets and blankets being wet from us having sex without drying off from the shower. Me? I couldn’t sleep on the fucking cold, wet bed. I didn’t know how the fuck Adelaide was managing to.
I shot a text to Sam, asking him to have Reina bring some fresh sheets and blankets. Then, I slid out of the bed and tugged on a pair of sweats. After covering Adelaide up with a small throw blanket, I lifted her out of the bed right as Reina lightly knocked on the door.
“Come in,” I gruffly called, keeping my voice low. Adelaide was still out like a light, but I didn’t want to disturb her more than I already had if I could help it.
She stepped into the room, her cheeks flushing red as she quickly realized why the sheets and blankets had to be changed. Sam leaned against the door frame, a smirk tilting his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. I just rolled my eyes at my VP. He released a quiet laugh as he shook his head.
Axel began whimpering, and without having to be asked, Sam walked over to him and lifted him from the crib, instantly quieting him since my hands were full with Adelaide. Reina made the bed in record time, and I gently laid Adelaide back down, covering her up with the blanket. Brushing my lips over her forehead, I softly whispered that I loved her before I walked over to Sam. He handed me Axel. “I’ll go make him a bottle,” Reina told me.
“Thanks,” I gruffly told her.
She left the room, and Sam watched her until she disappeared from sight. I just shook my head, hoping he would stop being stupid soon and make his move before one of my other men did.
“Been meaning to ask you a question, Prez,” Sam quietly spoke up as he looked down at Axel. Axel stared back up at him in open curiosity.
“What’s that?” I grabbed the spit-up cloth from Axel’s changing table to clean his mouth where he had drooled a little.
“When you step down, is Axel or Jaxon getting the president position?” Sam asked me.
“Axel,” I told him without hesitation. There was no question about it. This boy may not biologically be my son, but he was the first born of my children, nonetheless. When he was old enough, he’d have an option. He could leave when he was eighteen to lead a clean, legal life, or he could stay here and learn how to be a better president than I was.
Sam nodded. “If you raise him to be anything like you and Adelaide, River, he’ll make a fucking damn good president.”
I grunted in agreement. If I had anything to do with it, he would be one of the best damn presidents this club had ever seen.
Chapter Twenty-Six
River
Icrossed my arms over my chest as I stood outside of my clubhouse doors, watching Tristan and Jesup ride onto my lot unannounced. To say that I was pissed that they hadn’t told me they were coming was an understatement. This was the second time they’d pulled this fucking shit. The lack of respect was grating on my nerves.