Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Not this time.
Spike yells my name, but I don’t stop.
Fuming, I chase Gabby down, determined. I’ve had enough. She’s not ruining my life today. I catch up as she turns to curse me, and I slam into her. We crash into the dirt, me pinning her. My hands clamp around her throat as I yell, “Don’t threaten my club. You think I’m scared? I could have the cops shut your drug-dealing down in seconds. Your move—back off or get cozy in prison.”
She squirms, clawing at my arms.
Fuck me, I don’t even want to know where those nails have been.
“Screw you, bitch,” she screams.
“Decide,” I roar, lifting her before slamming her head back down. “Or I’ll decide for you.”
“Serenity!”
Jackson’s voice comes from behind me, then he’s pulling me off Gabby. I’m panting, furious. Spike appears and takes hold of her, pinning her arms behind her. She spits venom before going quiet, our eyes lock. She’s challenging me, but I can see she’s weary now. Not as confident as she was before.
“Make a choice,” I order. “Or disappear. Your call.”
Her gaze flicks to Jackson, and she stiffens at whatever she sees.
“You killed him,” she snarls.
“No, Walker did. Go see him, I’m sure he’d love a visit. Now walk, or we’ll handle you our way.”
She struggles for a second, then relents. “Fine,” she slurs. “I’m leaving.”
Spike lets her go. She shoots him a glare and storms off.
“Gabby!” I call.
She stops without turning.
“Come back, and I’ll fucking handle you myself. Stay away from my family.”
She huffs and continues.
Jackson releases me, looking both angry and impressed. “Where’d my sweet girl go?”
I grin. “Tired of taking everyone’s crap.”
“Had me worried,” Spike chuckles. “Nice one, Serenity.”
Jackson smirks, leans in. “Let’s see that side when you’re naked.”
“Deal,” I smirk back.
He hauls me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the club.
Can’t wait to take him up on that offer.
LEANING BACK, MY FINGERS dig into Jackson’s large shoulders as I ride him, rocking back and forth on his cock, which is so hard inside me I can feel it stretching me in the most incredible way. His hands are tied firmly behind his back, and I have all the control.
I stop and start, teasing and taunting, running my tongue over his lips and loving it when he curses at me.
“If you stop now,” he growls, “I might just fuckin’ lose it.”
His body is tense, and I know he’s close.
I’ve been working him for a good twenty minutes, just rolling my hips, letting my pussy clench and unclench around him.
“I haven’t decided if I’m going to let you cum yet,” I tease lightly, running my tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you think?”
“Careful, darlin’,” he warns. “I’m a patient man, but I’m not that understanding.”
“What are you going to do to me if I don’t let you cum?”
I slide up his cock, then slowly inch down, little by little, loving the hiss that escapes from his lips.
“I’ll tie you down, and I’ll lick that sweet cunt until you’re gasping my name, then I’ll turn and leave the room and watch you squirm.”
“Careful, you’re the one tied up right now.”
He moans deeply when I twist my hips.
“Baby, stop playin’.”
“Never.”
I decide it’s time to let him find his release, and of course my own. Locking my lips over his, I kiss him deeply as I fuck him harder. He tugs at his restraints, growling against my mouth, and I know how good this feels for him because it feels just as good for me.
“Jacks,” I gasp, throwing my head back and crying out as my body shakes and I nearly lose my footing, my legs trembling so violently.
He follows along behind me, a feral hiss escaping his lips followed by a deep, guttural moan.
God yes.
Once we’ve both stopped trembling, I swipe a piece of his damp hair from his forehead, tucking it behind his ear. “Maybe I should go join the cookout and leave you here.”
He growls, baring his teeth. “Be careful, baby, don’t poke the bear.”
I swirl my hips. “Are you scared someone will come in here and take what’s mine?”
“Not even close.”
Reaching behind him, I slide my hands down his arms and undo the ropes. The second he’s free, his arms circle me, and he pulls me close, pressing my breasts against his chest and closing his mouth over mine. He kisses me with deep connection, making me melt into him. Gosh, I could stay here forever.
In his arms.
“We should join everyone else,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to his cheek. “Or we could go for round two?”
“Better not, sweetheart.”
We get dressed and head out to the fire where everyone is sitting. Bikers linger around, and half-dressed women throw themselves at them. There is always someone willing to do whatever it takes to become an Old Lady. They’re dreaming if they think these men will ever lay claim to them. The only thing they’ll lay on them is their cocks.