Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
She nibbles her lip and shakes her head. “No, but… is this okay? I mean, should we…”
My cock's going to fucking explode, but I won't force her. “What are you worried about, baby?” I rock my hips into her heat, teasing us both.
“It's just… I know you told me it's okay, but being with all of you seems so wrong.”
“Why?”
“Because…” She blushes harder and looks away. “Because I'm not a slut.”
I laugh. “Baby, in our world there's nothing fucking wrong with that word. It just means a girl who's as into fucking as we are. Do you like how this feels?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Then it's not wrong.” I reach up and tilt her chin towards me. “We're not hurting anyone by sharing you.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I reach over to the nightstand and grab one of the condoms out of the bag. “Now ride me.”
“I don't know how,” she whispers.
“I'll teach you.” I put my hands on her hips, guiding her until she's positioned over my cock. “Just lower yourself down nice and slow. You're in control, baby.”
She does as I tell her, biting her lip as her pussy stretches around my thick shaft. Her eyes flutter closed and she lets out a soft moan. “Oh, Preacher.”
“That's it.” I hold her steady as she sinks down further, gravity doing most of the work. “Fucking perfect.”
She opens her eyes and looks down at me, smiling shyly. “Is this okay?”
I run my hands up her sides, taking the hem of my shirt with them. “Better than okay. Take this off.”
She pulls it over her head and tosses it aside. I drink in the sight of her naked body, her perky breasts topped with dusky pink nipples that are begging for attention. I lean up and capture one in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her gasp. She rocks her hips experimentally, taking me all the way to the hilt.
“That's it,” I growl, releasing her nipple with a pop. “Ride me.”
She does, moving awkwardly at first, then faster as she finds her rhythm. I grab her hips and thrust upwards, meeting her halfway. Summer's head falls back, hair tickling my thighs as she rides me harder and faster. I sit up and wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tight against me as I pound into her.
“Oh God!” she cries out, nails digging into my shoulders. “I'm gonna—oh!”
I bite her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “Come for me, baby.”
She screams as she comes, body tensing and spasming around my cock. I can't hold back any longer, following her over the edge and filling the condom with my seed. We collapse together, breathing heavily as we come down from our high.
“Wow,” she murmurs, resting her head on my chest.
“Yeah.” I stroke her hair, loving the feel of her soft skin against mine. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing.” She lifts her head and kisses me softly.
It's been so long since I've had someone I care about in my bed. I didn't think it bothered me—it's not like pussy is hard to come by at the club—but Summer's special. I want to spread her out between us, fuck her silly, and watch her fucking bloom into who she was always meant to be. If Natalie fell in love with her three assholes, there's got to be some fucking hope for us.
But first we need to make sure Crash made it back.
20
SUMMER
Fooling around with Preacher this morning distracted me from worrying about Crash. At least for a little while. Preacher seems confident that there’s a good reason for it, but the whole ride back I spend praying to see Crash again. That my rescue hasn’t cost him his life or his freedom.
The Screaming Eagles compound is much more impressive than I expected. The gate opens as we approach, and we roll right into the courtyard. The clubhouse is a huge warehouse, with a Screaming Eagles MC logo on the side that has to be almost two stories tall. A massive garage is open and full of rough-looking guys in leather and jeans working on their bikes. I thought it would be—I don’t know. I guess I thought it would be like a big frat house with more guns, but it’s more like its own little self-contained city.
Behind and to the left of the warehouse is a collection of smaller buildings. Some of them look like homes, and others like storage. A massive wall surrounds the whole compound, lined with barbed wire. Some things are just like home, I guess.
Preacher rides right up to the bottom of the front steps before he kills the engine. It gets the attention of everyone around us, and a lot of them stroll over to see what’s going on. They’re curious why I’m riding on the back of his bike.
It's a little terrifying, to say the least. Suddenly, I want to crawl into Preacher’s jacket and hide like a turtle. He's solid and comforting, but I can’t stay here forever. I slide off the bike, on unsteady legs, very aware that a lot of scary looking men are focused on me. Preacher puts his arms around my shoulders, and that seems to make them even more curious.