Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Even though I want to go take a long shower and cry myself to sleep, I keep it together for Ronan’s sake. He needs me right now, and if I’m going to help him avert the worst outcome of this fight, I have to start putting my past behind me and moving on. If I can’t do it for myself, I can at least do it for Ronan.
“There aren’t a lot of options,” he says at last. “A good number of our best soldiers went with Cormac. We have more men in total, but he’s got the youngest and the best fighters. In a straight-up war, I’m afraid we’re too evenly matched.”
“Then you need to find an edge.”
“If you know of something, feel free to let me know.”
I press my lips together. “Rocco might help.”
“Great, we can add half a dozen more Italian soldiers of dubious loyalty to the ranks.”
“It’s better than nothing.”
He nods and leans into me. “You’re right. Call him for me.” He kisses me gently. “I’m stressed, love. I don’t want to see my family start tearing itself apart.”
“I know. I don’t either.” I press my forehead against his shoulder and breathe in his smell. I lean into him and he kisses me again, and slowly that kiss deepens into something warm and desperate as his hands move over my body.
I know what he needs. I need it too. I pull off my top and straddle him, and we kiss furiously, trying to forget about the bloody fighting that’s about to happen, trying to put aside the nightmare we’ve found ourselves in. I want something better, something pure, and when I’m in his arms and his body is wrapped against mine, I feel like I’m almost there.
He groans as I take off my clothes for him. He lifts his hips and tugs off his slacks, and I hide my breasts with my hands. His cock is so hard it’s twitching for me as I step closer to him, shivering with anticipation.
“Come here, love,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
I straddle him again. His lips find my nipples and I whimper as his tip slides inside of me. I go down, down, and he’s deeper and deeper, until he’s buried between my legs. We kiss and I begin to ride him, sliding up and down, my wet pussy gripping him tight as he thrusts into me with desperate and needy groans.
I go faster. His hands grab my ass and he slaps hard. It feels so fucking good I could scream. I release everything, let go of all the stress and fear, and let him fill me over and over. There’s only Ronan, his taste, his big dick fucking me nice and hard as sweat rolls down my back. He bites my lip and tells me how good I feel, how much he loves fucking me, how I’m a bad, filthy girl, and he needs me more than he ever thought he could. I go faster, the orgasm building in my core, not caring about anything else in the world.
This is the release we both crave. I come hard in his lap, and he’s not far behind me. I feel him fill me to the brim, and it leaves me breathing hard, ears ringing, pulse pounding between my legs.
We end up in a naked heap on the couch. He strokes my hair and leaves one hand on my ass. I like the way he keeps touching me, even after we’re spent, like he can’t help himself.
“Can I admit something?” I ask and kiss his neck.
“You can say whatever you want to me right now, love.”
“I don’t know how I ever lived without that.”
He laughs and kisses me, fist gripping my hair. “I feel the same way.”
We lapse into silence. I’m finally calm. Most of my nerves are washed away by the orgasm, and my head’s clear enough to think. As he plays with my hair, absently stroking it, I think about what I said earlier: all we need is an edge.
He’s right though, Rocco won’t be much of a help. We can’t go to any of the biker clubs, not after that crap with Gregory, and there’s no way I’d ever let myself get involved with the Biancos.
There’s Dusan, but I doubt he’d want anything to do with this mess. There’s Adam’s former family, but with him dead, I suspect the Polish Mob is busy trying to find a new leader.
There aren’t many powers left in the city.
Until I realize I’ve been forgetting one important piece of the puzzle.
“I think I may have an idea,” I say, leaning back.
Ronan’s eyes move to my breasts. I try not to smile as his gaze lingers. “Does that involve going upstairs and letting me fuck you until neither of us can stand?”