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)
“There's no one I would rather have.”
He nods, obviously the answer he expected. “Then, do you promise to respect the club, protect your men's honor, to keep them happy in bed as well as outside it, to ensure that they never get too big for their britches, and to kick them out on their asses if they ever, and I mean fucking ever, go back on their word?”
“I do.”
“Very traditional. Then I proclaim you old lady to your old men, witnessed by everyone present. Any member tries to get between you, I'm gonna shred their cut before I fucking keelhaul them personally. Anyone got any fucking objections? And they'd better be goddamned good, or I'm just gonna kick you the hell outta here.”
No one says anything.
“Okay. Jesus, we're done.” Eagle-eye waves us off. “Go fuck or something.”
Not quite the “I now pronounce you man and wife” that I dreamed of as kid, but right now, right here? That's more than good enough for me.
41
SUMMER
“We're leaving the party already?”
I'd kind of figured we'd be there for a while. I barely got to finish my first Blue Hawaiian, and then they're dragging me back to the clubhouse.
Preacher scoops me right up in his powerful arms as we pass through the front gate and laughs. “We just got married. Don't you wanna consummate it?”
Okay, I'm game. I press against his chest and enjoy feeling it move as he brings me up the stairs, just ahead of Devil and Crash. Is this what they were talking about before the ceremony?
The common room is empty. Everyone else is still at the Eagle's Roost, I guess. But the guys are on a mission, charging straight through and down the corridor until we're in front of Preacher's door. Devil pushes it open, Preacher carries me through, and then Crash closes it behind us.
I'm not sure exactly what's going on, but something feels different.
“So…” begins Devil. “We thought we wanted to make tonight special for you. Real special. We had some talks about it, and thought we'd try some new things. Maybe kinky things? You still have a lot to learn.”
“Nothing you don't want,” rumbles Preacher, “but if you let us play, I think you'll like it.”
I finally put my finger on it. They're nervous. Preacher's talking a little fast, and Devil actually looks unsure for once. Nothing obvious, but I know them too well by now. I can tell. I look over at Crash. He's smirking, but it feels almost put on. I don't think there's anything bad going on, but whatever it is, they're not sure I'm going to like it. But if it's what they want, why wouldn't I? Everything they've done so far, I've loved. That's not going to stop now.
“Anything you want,” I say, and I swear all three pairs of eyes watching me darken at once, like I just agreed to a lot more than a solid fucking. But I'm not scared. I trust my guys.
Crash holds up a pair of handcuffs.
“Are those the ones from when I was arrested?”
His smirk widens. “I added fuzzy padding.”
Oh, well I guess that makes it better. It's a night of trying new things. I turn around and put my wrists behind my back. “Please, officer. Be gentle with me.”
Preacher laughs and spanks my ass so suddenly I squeak and jump a step forwards. “You'll never find us playing cops around here. But a lot of things are just a little more exciting when you can't do anything about them.”
God, the idea of them toying with me while I'm completely helpless. You'd think all my experiences would make me terrified, but it's different when you trust someone. And maybe, it's a way for me to take back some of my security, my ability to give some of my control away, rather than have it taken from me.
“Okay.” I put my arms behind my back again. A moment later, the cuffs click shut around my wrists. I draw a nervous breath, then let it out slowly.
Crash gets right behind me and reaches around to cup my breasts through my shirt. It's not like I wouldn't be happy for him to do it anyway, but there's something about when I don't have a choice. They can do whatever they want to me.
They asked me to wear a button-down today, and as Crash's fingers move to start undoing the top button, I understand why. As he pops each one, more and more of my chest is exposed until he pulls the two halves back and pulls the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. They stop at the handcuffs and he leaves them hanging there, so all I've really got on up top is my bra.
“Fuck, that's a sexy sight,” says Devil as he comes around to my front. He cups my chin and angles my face up, then places a hot, thorough kiss on my lips. I can kiss him back, but I can't wrap my arms around his neck like I'd like to. And when he pulls back, I'm left standing there, breathing heavily and licking my lips as if I can still taste him on them.