Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I would’ve been thrilled to spend the rest of the day cuddled in bed with Patrick, but I had to settle for being happy that the pounding on the door happened after we’d finished having sex. “Patriot, you better get out here. Shit’s about to go down with the Devil’s Jesters.”
10
Patriot
“Fucking A,” I grunted as I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to calm my still-hard cock. I was buried balls deep in my girl’s pussy and had been planning to stay that way all day. But I had to deal with this bullshit first. “How long?” I shouted back.
“Devil’s Jesters’ Prez and a patch here in thirty.”
“Down in twenty,” I responded.
Erin’s head had popped up from my chest and her beautiful green eyes were swimming with fear. I cupped her face and gave her a quick hard kiss. “Nobody’s gonna hurt or take you away from me. You believe me?”
She nodded immediately, and I smiled, giving her a gentle kiss when some of the fear dissipated. With a reluctant groan, I lifted Erin off my dick and set her beside me on the bed.
“I don’t want anyone to hurt you either,” she whispered when I released her lips.
I snorted. “Trust me, I can take any of those pussies, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll have my brothers at my back.”
When I climbed out of bed, Erin threw back the covers and swung her feet over the side. I bent across the bed and hooked an arm around her waist. “Stay here, baby. After I deal with these fuckers, gonna come back to my woman, and I want her naked and ready to be fucked.”
She shivered but shook her head, making me frown. “I can’t let you face them alone,” she said over her shoulder.
I dragged her soft, red hair over to one side and kissed her neck. “I won’t be alone. I want you here, where I know you’re safe.”
After a moment of silence, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Thank you, baby,” I murmured before running my tongue from her shoulder to the back of her ear where I placed another kiss. A smile spread across my face when she shivered again, and I couldn’t help pressing my hard cock into her ass. “Just keep thinking about my mouth on your pussy and my piercing rubbing your sweet spot. Stay nice and wet. Got it?”
She nodded again.
I helped her lay back down on the bed, then stalked into the bathroom to clean up a little before pulling on jeans, a T-shirt, and my cut. I stopped to give Erin one more kiss and muttered, “Back soon,” before heading down to Mac’s office.
The door was open when I arrived, so I didn’t bother knocking as I strode inside. Mac sat behind his desk and lifted his chin to me in greeting.
“You get it?” I asked.
He nodded to the back corner of the room, and I turned just in time to catch the item Scout threw at me. I unfolded it and grunted in satisfaction when I looked over the leather vest and saw “Property of Patriot” stitched on the back.
After so many brothers had fallen for their women so fast, Mac had decided to have old lady vests made for each of us. Though he hadn’t informed me about it until the night before. Now, I understood why he’d done it and I was grateful. There would be no waiting around for Cherry’s vest to arrive.
I set it on the desk just as Breaker popped his head into the room and announced, “Just rode up. Only two.”
“Bring ‘em back to the office,” Mac ordered.
Nova, Dom, Rider, and Hack joined us while Breaker went to escort the men in.
A few minutes later, the Devil’s Jesters president, Tito, ambled into the office. He was an older man with a scruffy beard and assessing brown eyes, his face heavily lined and his skin patchy. He’d obviously partied hard when he was younger, and I was willing to bet he still hit the bottle with excess.
However, Tito was MC and a president, so everyone except Mac, gave him a respectful nod. The asshole following him didn’t get so much as a glance from any of us. It was the same piece of shit who’d been harassing my woman at Hell’s Kitchen—Vinny.
“Mac,” Tito greeted as he sauntered to a chair and took a seat. The man with him went to take the other, but I grabbed him from the back, deliberately fisting his cut—a show of disrespect—and jerked him upward.
“Prez give you permission to sit, asshole?” I growled as I finally looked Vinny in the eye. His face flushed with anger, but there was a healthy amount of fear as well. I shoved him over to stand behind Tito and scowled at him until he dropped his eyes to the ground.