Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
I pull her up, twisting her head and crushing my lips to hers as I plunge into her. My big hands roam her body like she’s my little plaything—teasing her nipples, playing with her clit, and gripping her hips as I plunge my thick cock into her over and over, until suddenly, I know I’m not going to last another second.
My fingers slide between her legs, rolling her clit in circles as I grip her neck and kiss her hard, and suddenly, she’s exploding again. And that’s the last straw I can take.
I roar as I plunge as deep into that sweet little cunt as I can as I feel her coming on me. My balls twitch, my muscles clench tight, and I grunt as my cum begins to pump into her—hot, sticky blast after blast filling her little pussy up to the brim as we both grip either other tightly and gasp for air.
Slowly, we come to a stop, panting as we sink against the bike. I slip out of her, groaning as I see some of my cum drip down her thigh, like it’s my mark on her. She starts to reach down to pull her pants back up, but I grin and shake my head.
“There’s no one even close to this place.”
She arches a brow, biting her lip. “Au natural?”
“If that means ‘you without as stitch of clothing on for me to ogle at my pleasure, then yes,” I growl, grinning. “Fuck yes.”
She beams at me, wagging her brows as she steps out of and kicks her pants and panties away. I do the same, and she takes my hand as she turns to truly take in the sight of the house for the first time.
“Oh, wow,” she murmurs, her eyes bright as she takes in the glow of the setting sun over the ocean right past the small house. She giggles as she turns to me. “This place is gorgeous!”
I smile. “Come on.”
She holds my hand tight as I lead her to the front door and use my key to unlock it. We step inside, and when I look at her, I grin seeing how she’s beaming at the place in wonder.
“It needs work…”
“No,” she murmurs softly, looking around. “I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s so gorgeous.”
I shrug. “It’s a work in progress.”
She grins. “Aren’t we all?”
I toss our clothes onto the couch and move close to kiss her, when my phone goes off. I growl.
“Hang on.”
I pluck the damn thing out of my jeans and frown. Shit, it’s Owen, and I realize that in the madness of getting away from the motel earlier, and in my Nicole-haze, I’ve never actually checked in with him to let him know what the fuck happened with the mob showing up again.
“What the fuck happened?” He roars when I pick up. I wince.
Shit.
“Hey, brother,” I growl.
“Killian! What the fuck happened at the motel?”
I frown. “Owen—”
“Killian, we’re done with this cowboy shit, okay?”
“Listen, Owen, we were out, man. We weren’t in the room when they rolled up.”
“Well where are you now?”
My frown deepens. “What do you mean?”
“Where are you and the girl? I mean right now, where the hell are you, exactly?”
I shake my head. “I’m—”
And suddenly, something stops me—something cold, and something that chills me to the fucking core. I turn, my eyes landing on Nicole sitting nude on the couch, bathed in the sunset through the window with a blanket casually around her shoulders.
“What the fuck happened at the motel?”
Except, that’s not the real question. The real question is, how did Owen know about the motel? My wheels in my head begin to turn, and slowly, they start to take me dark, dark directions. How does he know about the motel? How did the mob know about the motel? Or the fucking safe house before that?
The car might’ve been but probably wasn’t bugged. The bike definitely wasn’t. Our clothes are new, and I believe Nicole that casually tracing cell phones is something out of a spy movie. There should be nothing that linked the mob to Grey’s house, less that led them to the motel.
And yet…
My jaw tightens, and suddenly, it’s like a knife slipping into my ribs.
Oh fuck.
Except, there is a link between them and the house, and then the motel. It’s one link, and in fact, it’s the same link for each time. I don’t want to even think it, or let my mind go there, because so much of me wants to say there’s no fucking possible way it’s true.
…But I’m fresh out any other possibilities.
I blink, pulling the phone away from my ear to stare at it for a second, with Owen’s name across the screen, and my heart tightens. Yeah, there’s one link that ties the safe house and us to the mob, and one link that ties them to the motel, too.