Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“He’s been a little overwhelmed,” I quietly explained, not wanting Trigger upset with Chase. Trigger wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled me to him. “My accountant quit, so Chase is juggling my store plus our regular finances and club business.” I smiled a little and reached up to grip Trigger’s waist. “We’re trying to buy a house.”
Trigger grinned and leaned down to kiss me. “You’re fucking adorable, sunshine.” My cheeks flamed. “I know he’s not agitated with me.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “You mind unpacking for me? I need to go talk to Scorpion.”
I eagerly nodded. “Yes, of course.” Leaning up, I laced my fingers into his beard before planting a hot kiss on his mouth. “Dinner will be ready soon. Gabriel is cooking.”
Gabriel was Tango’s husband. They didn’t live in the clubhouse anymore, though they had for a while. Tango had bought a piece of property out in the middle of nowhere for them to live, since Gabriel preferred solitude and peace. It was a quiet spot surrounded by trees, and it was about a thirty-minute drive from the clubhouse. Gabriel was thriving there. Every morning, they made the ride to the clubhouse so Gabriel could train with Gidget and Tango, and every evening after dinner, Tango drove them back home. When Tango wasn’t needed at the clubhouse, they usually left after Gabriel’s training and spent the day at home.
Gabriel had learned how to grow his own vegetables and herbs, and a few weeks ago, Tango had planted fruit trees for him. We were constantly getting new vegetables and herbs from Gabriel since he’d planted so much, and I couldn’t wait to see what kind of fruit eventually grew and wound up here, too. I loved cooking with so much fresh produce.
“How is Gabriel?” Trigger asked as he headed for the door.
“He’s doing good,” Chase answered, not looking up from his books. “The boy is thriving. You ought to check in on him while you’re down there. They stuck around today since Gabriel found out you were riding in.”
“I will,” Trigger said before he left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Turning toward the bed, I unzipped Trigger’s duffel bag and made quick work of unpacking his things. Chase worked in silence, and once I was done, I walked over to him and spun his chair to face me. Immediately, he dropped his pencil onto the budget book and grasped my hips, leaning his head back to look up at me.
“What is it, cupcake?”
Reaching up, I slid my fingers into his soft, dark hair. He was overdue for a trim, so his hair was a little longer than it usually was. “Are you okay with Trigger staying here with us?” As much as he assured me everything was okay, and he loved sharing me with his club brother, I still worried.
I couldn’t stand the thought of losing Chase.
He tugged me forward, and I squeaked as I fell into his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. He gripped my ass, tugging me closer. I clutched at his shoulders, letting my eyes meet his. “I told Trigger he could stay with us, cupcake. Yes, I’m okay with it.”
I sighed, raking my fingernails over his scalp. “I just worry—”
He cut me off with a kiss that made me dizzy with need for him. I moaned, pressing our bodies together until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. His teeth grazed over my bottom lip, and I opened for him, letting him thrust his tongue inside. I dropped my arms, and my hands clawed at the nape of his neck, my lungs already screaming for air, but I didn’t want to breathe if it meant I had to part from him.
He rocked my hips over his straining cock, and I whimpered, my nails biting into his skin as I began to roll my hips, gasping every time he pressed his body up into mine.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re being worshiped how you deserve,” Chase growled, licking a path down my neck before he sucked at my skin. I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as I crested higher and higher. “I want you to have everything you deserve. Everything you want.” I wasn’t going to last long with him talking like this. I whined, my orgasm drawing closer and closer. I was desperate for it. “And if you want Trigger, cupcake, you can fucking have him.”
I cried out, shivers wracking through my body as I came. Gripping my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, he tugged my mouth down to his and kissed me soft and slow. I slumped against him, my heart racing in my chest. His wasn’t much better.
“I love you,” he rasped, resting his forehead on mine. I closed my eyes, relishing in his softness. “I just want you to be happy, cupcake.” He cupped my cheek. “That’s all I’ll ever fucking want.”