Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“It really isn’t looking good then.” I sigh. “Thanks for helping me with this, Charlie, I really appreciate it.”
“Any time. If I find anything else, I’ll let you know.”
Hanging up the phone, I fight every urge inside me to go out into those woods and search. If there is something out there, something big, it could lead me to the people who last saw Clara. The club could find that location, of that I’m sure, but they’ll never help me. Not unless I can get Cade to agree.
Do I push the matter?
Is it worth the risk?
I don’t know.
“CAN WE TALK?”
Cade is underneath a car that is jacked up. The guys buy old cars, fix them, and flip them, just another way they make money outside of all the illegal shit they do. They’re not selling humans though, that’s a plus, right? Just drugs, probably weapons, I don’t know, and I don’t care to know. I never thought they were saints.
Sliding out from beneath the car, Cade looks up at me, grease smudged on his face, his hair messy, his shirt unbuttoned showing his bare chest. Well damn, I just forgot what I came here to talk about. Right now, I want to get down onto the ground and climb him like a damned tree. Fuck he looks good. Biting my lip, I try to focus my thoughts on the task at hand.
“Did you come here to fuck me with your eyes, sugar, or do you have a question?”
God, why does his voice have to be so husky?
“Why do you have to roll out of there looking like that?”
He grins, sitting up, his abs flexing and tightening as he does.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Glancing around, I see nobody is in here, and I can’t help myself. I drop to my knees and crawl toward him. When I reach him, I press my mouth to his, kissing him until my body is aching.
“Baby,” he murmurs, “I’d love to fuck you right now, but I’m busy.”
“It’ll just take a minute,” I whisper, biting his lower lip. “I can make it quick.”
He growls, his hands sliding to my hips and hauling me onto his lap. “You make it so fuckin’ hard to say no.”
Grinning, I reach down between us and undo his jeans, freeing his cock. Then, I lift my dress around my waist, slide my panties to the side and sink down onto him. He’s already hard, and as he fills me, I moan with utter delight. I don’t know what it is, but lately I just can’t get enough of him. His smell, his body, his face, everything about him drives me wild.
Hand on my lower back, he growls as he rocks me, hard and fast. I swirl my hips, riding him, my fingers tangled in his hair, my mouth on his, as I fuck him deep. His growls of pleasure against my lips are enough to send me over the edge, and just the mere sight of him is enough to make my orgasm so intense I’m forced to pull my mouth from his as a moan of pleasure tears out of my throat.
He cums with me, his cock jerking inside my body, and fuck, I want to go again.
I want to stay on his lap all day, but I know he has things to do.
Pulling back, I smile at him as he reaches up and swipes a line of grease off my cheek. “You’re insatiable,” he growls.
“You make me that way.”
Kissing him once more, I climb off his lap and adjust my dress. He does his jeans up, not once having moved from his spot on the little roller he is sitting on that slides beneath the car. Crossing his arms, he watches me, and I know he’s waiting for me to ask what it is I came here for.
“Go on,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you came to say, you’ve softened the blow.”
I bite my tongue for a minute, and then blurt, “I know who Clara and Darth were working for.”
His eyes flash, and he lays down on the roller and goes back under the car.
Fuck.
“Cade, I know you said to stop looking, and I have, but I can’t help but think about the information I already received. It’s eating at me. I can’t just forget about it. Please. Just hear me out, let me tell you what I know, and if you don’t want to take it further, I’ll respect that.”
He pauses, and even though I can’t see his face, I know he’s thinking about it.
He rolls back out, just enough to look at me. “Who?”
A little hope sparks inside me.
“His name is Marshall. That’s all I know. He was running the show. I heard from Darth’s sister that she thinks they stole something from him, turns out they did. They found where he was stashing his goods, somewhere out in the woods, and Clara tried to steal it ... They haven’t been seen since.”