Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Then I just had to convince her that she wanted to be mine, too.
It had been useless trying to keep my hands off her. I’d fought it tooth and nail. But nature had won out. It always did. But it had been more than a wild sexual attraction. Cass had healed me, too.
She was my destiny. God had sent her to wake me up. To end the bitterness in my heart. To give me a family again, even if it was a family that ran on motor oil and steel.
Not to mention the greatest gift of all, the incredible babies she had given me. They filled my heart and gave me a sense of satisfaction I could never have anticipated.
“How’s the Jar?” I asked, knowing what had happened a couple of weeks back with the Raisers. I loved that damned bar. And not just because it was the place I’d first met my beautiful wife.
The vibe was a little wild after dark, but the food was ridiculously good. Mason had a homemade secret hot sauce recipe that would knock your socks off. It was the base of his chili and barbecue sauce. Mason’s hot sauce, chili, and barbecue rub were pretty much famous all over the damned state.
“Like nothing ever happened,” he said, taking a deep pull on his beer. “Well, minus a few holes in the walls.”
I laughed. I’d seen the holes left over from the fight. He had wood paneling in there. They would have to rip it all out to repair it. So he’d decided to leave the dents as is for now, marking the spots where bodies had been thrown.
“It adds character.”
Cain stepped outside and looked at us with those steely blue eyes of his. Cain wasn’t one for showing emotion, partially due to his military training. Tonight was family night, so everyone was visiting us at the cabin. Thank God we had room for all these big ass bikers.
Not that anyone here had brought their two-wheeled rides. We were all SUV guys these days. Having a bunch of kids and women to drive around made them a necessity.
“We need to find Jaken a woman. And get him a patch.”
We all nodded to that. He was one of us now. He’d been through the shit. Never mind the fact that he was too pretty for his own damned good.
I didn’t have to remind them that I didn’t have a patch either. It was a constant source of ribbing. Though I knew they wanted me in the club for real.
“Don’t look at me,” I said, holding my palms up. “The FBI would frown on my association with such hardened criminals.”
A strange rumbling sound made Mason and me exchange a glance and look up. Cain was . . . his shoulders were shaking a little. I stared harder, tilting my head, before I realized what was happening.
The big guy was laughing. I’d seen him smile plenty since he married my sister. I’d even caught him cooing at babies a few times. All babies, not just his own. But laughing? It didn’t happen too often.
“Dear lord, that’s terrifying,” I muttered. “I’m going to need another beer. Anyone?”
“Driving, so this is it for me. More fun when the ladies drink, anyway,” Mason said with a wink.
Cain just shook his head, no signs of his recent laughter on his stone hard face.
“Be right back, assholes,” I said with a grin.
“Fuck you, too,” Mason said. He still didn’t like me. He hadn’t totally forgiven me for corrupting his (formerly) innocent Cass. I understood because I felt the same way about Cain putting his big meaty paws all over my sister. But we were family.
“Fuck you both,” Cain said in a deadpan voice, and that was it. Mason and I lost our shit.
I was still chuckling twenty minutes later when we all sat down to dinner.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Hunter
"That's it, sweetheart."
My words were muffled from where I was wedged between her thighs. My woman was stressed out about her nursing exams. I needed to help her relax.
And eating that sweet pussy of hers was a nice way to end the day for both of us.
She whimpered, her fingers flexing in my hair. She was still shy about getting pleasured this way, but she was coming around. I knew once I got her motor going, she settled right down and enjoyed the trip.
I grinned and lowered my head again, licking and teasing her with my tongue. I used a finger to stroke her deep inside, making her rock her hips against me. I was tempted to try and kiss her bottom again, but she was still skittish about letting me near her ass.
I grinned to myself. All in good time. After all, after a certain point in potential future pregnancies, we were going to have to lay off the regular intercourse. If I slipped a finger or tongue in her sweet little ass now and then . . . well, she'd loved anal when we tried it more than I’d expected. And damn if everything we did together didn’t feel exceptionally good.