Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
I can’t scramble onto the mattress fast enough. There’s no hesitation as I rest my feet flat and spread my legs wide.
“God, you’re a beautiful sight.” He falls to his knees like he’s about to pray at the altar of my body. “Come closer.”
I inch near the edge of the bed and he yanks me the rest of the way, burying his face against me. The same maddening dance starts a second time. Slow heat races over me. Tension tightens my muscles. Butterfly-light kisses turn into harder licks and sucks.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Make me come. Please.”
He slides one finger inside me, turning it and rubbing gently at the spot that sets my legs quivering.
“How?” He raises an innocent eyebrow and rubs harder. “Like this?”
“Do you need me to draw a treasure map?” I reach down and use two fingers to expose myself. “Your tongue on my clit always works wonders.”
He shakes with laughter, his shoulders bumping my thighs as he swoops in, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks hard.
“Fuck!” My hips shoot off the bed.
He thrusts a second finger inside me, quickly pumping them in and out while his mouth devours me with hard, fast, open-mouthed kisses.
The sharp, sweet snap of pleasure breaks me open. The exquisite pulses of bliss transport me to another plane.
I’m still tingling and twitching when he pulls away.
There’s no time to protest. He falls over my body and enters me in one quick thrust.
“Oh! Jesus.” My eyes fly open, and I find him inches from my face.
“No, just me,” he says in that maddening way that’s equal parts smug and sexy. He hooks his arm under my thigh, spreading me open. “You can take it. You just came so hard. You’re so, so wet.”
“Yes, but you’re still so, so big.”
He seems to smother a smile and leans in, brushing his damp lips against my neck.
His movements slow to a gentle rock of his hips. “Better?”
Fire races over my skin. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Love having my cock buried in you, Sunshine.”
“Finally.” I lift my legs higher, locking them around his waist.
He rests his forehead against mine. We’re nose to nose, and I don’t need any light in the bedroom to see the desire shimmering in his eyes. “So impatient tonight.”
“You’re just that good.”
He unwraps my arms from around his neck and pins them over my head. The slow, gentle waves of bliss turn sharper. Underneath him, I squirm and wriggle. He groans and shifts his hold on my wrists. Freeing one hand to press my hip into the mattress, he drives into me deeper with each thrust.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant over and over.
His lips curl, like he has teasing words for me, but pleasure seems to steal them right out of his mouth. His breathing turns ragged. Eyes close.
“Eyes on me, Marcel,” I whisper, borrowing one of his favorite lines.
“Fuck.” He stares at me, his body jerking and shaking against me. He grabs my hips with both hands, thumbs digging into my flesh, until he finishes.
Breathing hard, he rolls to the side, landing next to me. He finds my hand, curling his fingers around mine.
“I don’t think I can move,” I whisper.
He slowly turns, a smile playing over his lips. “Did I finally fuck the sass out of you?”
“Never.” I pop a kiss on his cheek and sit up. He curls his arm around my waist, dragging me back down on top of him.
“We’ll be late,” I warn him, snuggling into his warm embrace.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he murmurs into my hair.
No one seems to notice our later-than-usual arrival at the clubhouse. Why would they? Rooster finally patched Shelby. After her passionate speech to thank the brothers who added their patches to her cut, I’m confident she’ll fit right in.
The festive atmosphere at the clubhouse continues into dinner. For the first time in a long time, I feel completely connected to the celebration as we all choose our seats at the long dinner table.
“Everyone, welcome our newest patched ol’ lady!” Trinity grabs Shelby’s hand and lifts it high in the air.
Shelby ducks her head and laughs, embarrassed, I think, from all the extra attention. Endearing since she’s used to performing in front of huge crowds.
“Thank you, guys,” she says in her soft Texas drawl.
I rest my head on Marcel’s shoulder. “Poor Shelby. I hope someone’s going to take the attention off of her tonight.”
“No such luck. They’ll razz Rooster all night long.”
“She always has a sweet way of deflecting the guys and their little barbs.”
He studies Rooster and Shelby for a second. “Yeah.” He almost seems conflicted but I don’t have a chance to ask him about it.
When it’s time, we hustle to the buffet. Around these guys, it’s grab your dinner early or starve.
While we’re waiting in line, Marcel brushes my hair to the side and kisses my shoulder. “You must be starving after the way I worked you over.”