Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“God, the lot of you are all rude, aren’t you?” she asked, exasperated. I only arched my brows at her. She rolled her pretty eyes at me. “I’m organizing a charity fundraiser to raise money for the holidays for kids in need. There will be a small parade, and I’d like you all to ride in it—”
I grunted and shook my head, already reaching for my key to turn my bike back on. “Not happening, lady. We don’t do charity shit, and we certainly don’t ride in parades.” And it wasn’t because we were heartless assholes. We had too much going on right then, and I wouldn’t put it past the Lockheart MC to come after us while innocent bystanders were around.
Only family got dragged into this shit. No one else and certainly not innocent civilians.
“You—” The rest of whatever she was going to say was cut off as I revved my engine and headed through the gate Carver had just opened. He quickly slid it back shut, officially putting a divider between me and the pretty brunette standing outside the gates. When I turned to look at her, I couldn’t help smirking.
Because she was fuming, and there was no mistaking her lips when she said, “You’re all a bunch of spineless fucking assholes,” before storming to the driver’s side door of her car. She slung gravel behind her as she peeled onto the road.
“The fuck was that about?” Carver asked as I parked my bike and turned it off.
“I’ll let everyone know in the chapel when Carter gets back,” I told him. I slid off my bike and unstrapped my helmet. “I’m going to get a shower. Carter should be back by then.”
With that, I headed inside, not that Carver would have expected any less from me. I was tired and didn’t want to deal with any of this shit, but I knew Blink would want to know she’d had the audacity to ride up to the clubhouse, and to prevent having to repeat myself three fucking times, I’d just do it all at once, then eat and crash.
Hopefully.
2
Grit
Iwas just a man, screw me. And I wasn’t even that good of a man, to be honest. I liked pussy just as much as the next straight man, and I appreciated a good-looking woman just as much. And a woman like the one who’d been at the gate, waiting for one of us to ride in or out so she could ambush one of us? Fuuuck, I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her standing there waiting had been a ballsy move.
Even now, as I shuttled my fist over my cock, my balls already drawing up tight, I was picturing her in my head. Imagining what she looked like beneath all those clothes. I could just picture her on her knees for me, those dark curls fisted in my hand as I drove my cock down her pretty throat. She’d gag and choke but egg me on because she loved me fucking her face so much.
Something about that woman told me she liked being used roughly. She wanted a man to own her. And goddamn, did I want to. Those lips were fuckable, and those curves were just right for a man of my bulk to grab and hold on to as I fucked her. As I owned her tight little cunt.
A long, low groan sounded from my throat as I spilled into my fist. It quickly washed down the drain, and I stood there for a moment, breathing heavily. Christ, that woman was pure fucking trouble, and I needed to keep my distance. And get her the fuck out of my head. Usually, I pictured some random woman I’d already fucked before or one of the busty women out of a magazine. The fact that I’d pictured her without even seeing her naked?
It was a problem.
Angry at myself now for my loss of control, I snatched the bar of soap off the side of the tub and began to lather myself, scrubbing at my skin to get clean. I’d already talked to Blink, we’d already held church, and now, I was free to do whatever I wanted. Which meant, as much as I wanted to crash into bed, I needed to go get some food for the clubhouse. Carter was absolute shit at grocery shopping, even with a list, and Lindsey and Jennifer weren’t allowed off the clubhouse grounds unless it was an emergency, due to the war we were currently in with the Lockheart MC.
And fuck knew Carver and Blink weren’t leaving their women’s sides. Which left grocery shopping to me. And I fucking hated stores. There were too many people. The lights were too bright. Someone was always spraying perfume or trying a new lotion, which meant there were too many damn smells, too.