Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Luckily, Thanksgiving dinner hadn’t been an “anything goes” type of party that the club typically had, it consisted of only the patched members, their ol’ ladies, their kids and even the prospects. No sweet butts, no hang-arounds, no one but the Fury family. It was truly a “family dinner.”
So, she, Shade and Jude went and both Josie and Maddie joined them. Her girls fought over cuddling with Dyna until she needed her diaper changed, of course. Then they had no problem passing her back to Jemma or Tessa. Or even Cage.
Chelle smothered a giggle while watching a badass-looking biker wipe poopy baby butt like an expert. While it was funny, the faces and sounds Cage made to his baby girl to entertain Dyna while he did the dirty deed was endearing.
Chelle witnessed the fact that no matter how tough these bikers were on the outside, they had ooey-gooey centers when dealing with their daughters. She saw it not only with Cage, but with Judge and Daisy.
Chelle turned her thoughts to the package that came early this morning. She’d been waiting for it to be delivered before telling Shade what she’d found.
He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him and nudging her hair out of the way to kiss the tender spot where her shoulder and neck met. One hand firmly and possessively cupped her between the thighs and the other her breast.
His actions and the erection he pressed against her ass proved she was right. He thought she asked him upstairs for a quickie.
They might have time for that before they had to leave for the club’s Christmas party, but his desire for sex might be squashed after she delivered the news she’d been struggling to keep to herself.
She turned in his arms and planted her palms on his chest. He wore a black long-sleeved thermal shirt which fit him like a second skin along with a pair of worn blue jeans. No boots yet, no belt, no cut. It wouldn’t take long for him to get naked.
While she was tempted to put off her news by having the quickie first, she wanted to get it over with.
“I love you,” she whispered.
She caught his confusion before he masked it. “Love you, too.”
“I need you to sit down.”
The confusion was back, but he didn’t hide it this time. “Don’t wanna sit down. Came up here to fuck you. Unless you want me to sit on the bed so you can ride my dick?”
“I want you to sit on the bed but keep your pants on for now.”
He frowned and his hands slid to her hips. “Gonna do a striptease?”
“Not right now.”
“Later?”
She avoided rolling her eyes. “Shade, sit down.”
“Not likin’ this.”
She sighed. “Please.”
“Jude do somethin’?”
“No.”
“I do somethin’?”
“No.” She pulled out her bossy mom voice. “Sit.”
He reluctantly released her hips and moved to the bed. He stared at it for a few seconds before turning and sitting on the edge.
“I know you didn’t want a Christmas gift, but I wanted to do something for you anyway.”
“A striptease woulda been good.”
She would’ve laughed but his brow was wrinkled, and he appeared a bit worried. She quickly grabbed her laptop and sat down on the bed, putting it between them.
“We watchin’ porn?”
She glanced at him in surprise. “You want to?”
“Want whatever you want.”
She shook her head and opened her laptop. “I don’t need porn to get turned on. You turn me on by simply coming out of the shower naked and wet.”
“Yeah?” He finally smiled but it was lopsided.
She finally let her eyes roll. Hard. “Like you don’t know how freaking hot you are.”
“Need to tell me more often.”
“I show you all the time.”
He tilted his head and grinned. “Yeah.”
After another quick eye roll, she pulled up the article she had found. She knew he wouldn’t read it. It would take too long for him to make out all of the words. They didn’t have the time for that and he’d end up frustrated anyway.
“What’s that?” He leaned closer and stared at the composite drawing of a woman below the bold heading of the article. It was the kind of drawing police used to identify unknown people.
“What the fuck,” he whispered. His eyes went from the woman to her, then back to the woman. “What the fuck, Chelle?”
“Do you want me to read the article to you?”
He didn’t answer right away. He only stared at the drawing, then reached out to trace the woman’s face with his finger.
That just about cracked her heart in half. She needed to keep herself together.
“Don’t know,” he whispered.
The uncertainty in his voice made her heart break even more. “I don’t have to read it. I can give you a summary, if you want.”
He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. When he opened his eyes again, he shook his head. She could actually hear him swallow. “Read it.”