Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
His eyes get all lusty. “You keep cookin’ then. I’ll just fuck you from behind.”
“As if that’ll work,” I say, shaking my head and turning back to stir the chicken. “I’ll be distracted in a second.”
He comes up behind me, hard cock poking into my bottom as his mouth finds my neck once more. His hand reaches around, cupping my breast, and goddammit, I’m distracted already. “Babe,” I murmur. “You have to stop.”
“Can’t. I need to fuck you. So fuckin’ bad.”
“We fucked this morning,” I whimper when his hand goes beneath my shirt, his warm palm trailing over my flesh.
“And we’ll fuck again now.”
“Adan...”
“Ramona.”
“Ugh, you’re so frustrat...ohhh.”
His other hand slips down my shorts and there he finds me wet. His mouth stays on my neck as he jerks my shorts down. Then, just like he promised, he fucks me from behind. He does it with his cock riding deep, his hands roaming my flesh, his mouth nipping at my neck, his hard body pressing me into the counter. Oh yes, Adan fucks me like he always fucks me.
Perfectly.
24
“Are bikers always so dicky?” Poppy asks, stirring something in a massive barrel out the back of the clubhouse.
“Oh, one hundred percent,” Eve answers her, watching intently as she beings the process of making money.
I’ve never seen money made. I know you can get into a lot of shit for it, but I’m confident that half of what the bikers do would get them into a lot of shit, so I try not to think too much about it. Besides, it’s super awesome to see and I don’t have to go anywhere near it, so it’s not bothering me.
“Why do you two like them so much? Let me guess, they’ve got big dicks. It could be the only reason.”
I laugh. “That, amongst other things. They grow on you.”
Poppy looks at me. “I fail to see how. All Beckett does is grunt at me. I’ve questioned if he even learned the English language, but he assured me he knows it...with a grunt of course.”
We both laugh.
Poppy grins.
“Tell us how you got into this,” I ask her, curious.
Poppy shrugs. “Had a rough life, you know. Same old story. Shitty parents, shitty home life, thrown in the system...learned a thing or two.”
“Sorry to hear that,” Eve says, genuinely.
“Don’t be,” Poppy says, waving it off. “Toss me that can there.”
Eve hands her the can of god-knows-what, and she pours it into the barrel. God, it smells awful.
“Life gives you lemons,” Poppy goes on, “you drop those motherfuckers on the ground, stomp them to death and grow a god damned banana tree. Because fuck lemons.”
I laugh. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”
Poppy grins at me. “I say it how it is. You can’t help it.”
Eve grins. “Have you got a man, Poppy?”
“Sweet fuck no,” Poppy scrunches up her nose. “Those things are too much work. Not even cock is worth the shit that comes with them.”
“What about Beckett,” I grin, wiggling my brows.
“Look, Beckett’s ridiculously handsome, but that’s about it. I don’t have time for men. I’ve got a whole lot of shit I want to do with my life. Men have ruined that enough for me thus far. I’m going to give it a go on my own.”
“You’re going to keep making money?” I ask, pursing my lips.
Seems like a dangerous idea for a career path, but who am I to judge. She can do whatever she needs to do, I haven’t lived her life. I’m not here to decide what road she travels. Still, it does seem like she’s picking the rougher part. You can’t help but wonder what has happened in her life for her to decide this is the best option.
Poppy grins. “That’s just a step in the door. You make this shit, and you sell it for triple what you make. One good load and I’m set. Then I can go and do whatever I want. Drugs are slow earners. Weapons are much the same. This...this is a game-changer.”
Poppy is scarily intelligent.
She’s done her research. That much is certain.
She holds herself like a true champ.
She seems like she isn’t afraid of anything.
“You done with that shit yet?” Beckett asks, appearing from around the side of the clubhouse.
“Keep your shirt on, big guy. It’s a process,” Poppy murmurs, leaning down and squinting at the liquid. “You don’t get this right, it’s all over.”
“Then get it fuckin’ right,” Beckett growls.
Poppy straightens and looks at him. “You’d want to start using your manners, biker. I could toss you in this liquid, and it would peel your skin off in a matter of hours. Satisfying for me, not so much for you.”
I smother another laugh.
“Keep your trap shut and just do as I’m askin’,” Beckett warns.
Poppy rolls her eyes. “Yes sir, boss sir.”
She salutes and then gets back to work.