Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
My shoulders relax at his words, and I’m shocked that I don’t feel more fear or anxiety about staying here with his biker friends and their women.
“Okay. Is, uhm, is everyone okay with me staying here?”
“Of course,” he nods. “Why wouldn’t they be? No one’s gonna say a damn thing to you, Princess.” He laughs. “Well, they might, but nothing that’s going to get you kicked out. Got it?”
I nod and look around the room, assuming this will be where I stay. “Am I allowed out of this room?”
Lucky nods and drops one hand and then the other on my shoulders, sliding them down until our hands are clasped together.
“You’re not a prisoner, Aria. You can roam the clubhouse and some of the grounds but try not to forget that someone tried to kill you. Okay?”
I swallow down that giant lump of fear that his reminder tugs to the surface. I shake my head to let him know I get it. “Don’t think I’ll be forgetting that anytime soon.”
He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “The first time someone tries to kill you is always the hardest.”
“Funny,” I mumble and lean into the feel of his lips on my skin. “Will you be staying here too? With me?” I hate that I sound so uncertain and so fucking pathetic, but I’ve never felt this helpless in my life.
“Do you want me to?”
I nod.
His smile starts slow, and he bites his bottom lip. “Are you asking me to stay with you?”
I nod again. “I am.”
“Then I’ll stay. Right now, all I want is a fucking shower.” He’s already tugging off his clothes, and my nipples go hard. My panties are instantly wet as my heart speeds up.
“Want some company?”
Coco barks.
“Not you, Coco,” we both say at the same time, our gazes never leaving each other.
“I really fucking do, Princess.”
The pipes squeal as the water comes on, but it takes no time before the hot water fills the room with steam. I step inside first and dip my head under the powerful spray before tilting back and letting the hot water wash over me. I groan at Lucky’s hands on my hips, his mouth on that small space between my neck and shoulder.
“Lucky,” I moan and let my head lean back against his shoulder.
His hands are magic as they wander all over my body, pinching my nipples and massaging my tits before sliding down between my thighs. Three fingers smack my clit, and my hips surge forward.
“You like that.”
“I don’t hate it,” I say breathlessly.
“Fuck, what you do to me,” he growls and spins me around to slam his mouth against mine. This kiss isn’t just hot as fucking shit. It’s different. His mouth devours me, delving into the dark, wet depths of my mouth until every inch is committed to memory. It feels as if he’s branding me as his with one scorching kiss. Too soon, he’s pulling back, his gaze dark as it searches my face.
“Lucky,” I moan and reach between us to grab his cock. I squeeze it and stroke it in slow, teasing moves. “You’re too tired,” I say with a pout.
“Never too fucking tired for that.” He punctuates his words by bucking into my hand.
“You’re so hard. So thick.” I kiss one side of his collarbone and then the other. “So hot,” I whisper and drop a kiss on that line between his well-defined chest muscles. One tongue swipes across his nipple, and Lucky lets out a long hiss of breath that makes me smile.
“Aria, babe. Don’t tease me.”
I smile at him and dip back down to taste the other nipple. “But teasing you is so much fun.” I grip him harder and rub the blunt tip of his cock through my pussy lips and right against my clit. “Fuck.”
He smiles and leans forward until we’re almost mouth-to-mouth. “You’re playing with fire.”
“Maybe,” I agree. “Or maybe I like touching you. Maybe I like feeling you. You feel good to me.”
That’s closer to the truth than I care to admit because every little kiss, every guttural moan, every touch makes me more certain of the truth I’ve been hiding from.
I’m in love with Lucky. And it scares the crap out of me.
Lucky takes advantage of my temporary distraction and rubs his hands all over my body. The scent of apples fills the air, and that’s when I realize that he’s rubbing body gel all over me, lingering longer in some places.
“You’re so fucking soft,” he grunts and slides a finger across my clit.
“Now, who’s teasing?”
“You’re right. It is fun.” He does it again and again, and I think I’m going to come, but that’s not possible because nothing has happened. His hands soap me up, and then he rinses me off.
I give his body the same treatment, letting my hands map out every deep valley and plane of his muscles, every scar, and every tattoo until I know them all by heart. The backs of his strong, powerful thighs mesmerize me even in the steamy shower. I take my time, sinking my teeth into his firm ass cheek.