Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I’m good,” I breathe out with a shaky smile.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growls and pulls nearly all the way out before pumping deeper, deeper than any man ever has. He’s beautiful with his jaw clenched tight, baring his teeth like a wild animal as his cock pumps in and out, slow and deep.
“Wilder,” I moan and arch up into him, silently begging for more. “Yes!”
“Fuck,” he grunts and grabs my legs, one at a time, and places them on his shoulders. “Your pussy is so tight. So wet. I can’t get enough of you, babe.”
His big hands palm my tits, squeezing and kneading while he fucks me in slow, sensual strokes that strip away all my good sense, strip bare all the bullshit until one thing is clear.
I’m in love with this—much younger—man. “Wilder. More. Please.”
His lips curve into a satisfied smile, and the intensity increases, but his strokes slow down.
“Say it again,” he growls, his slow deep strokes torturing me deliciously.
I bite my lip and shake my head.
“Maven,” he grunts. “Say it.”
“Please, Wilder. I want more.”
“Fuck, you can have it all.” A whimper escapes when he releases my tits, one hand sliding between us as his body covers mine and the other wraps around my shoulders, pulling me close while his cock slams harder and deeper into my body.
A switch flips inside of Wilder, his blue gaze sears into mine as he fucks me harder and faster and deeper. He’s like a man on a mission, and that mission is to tear me apart and then put me back together again.
“Yes, Wilder. Yes!” My hips buck up to meet his, and suddenly I can’t get enough of him. I need more of him. So much more.
“Fuck,” he growls and pulls out of me completely and spins me around until I’m on my stomach. Another growl escapes as his cock slips inside my pussy, wet and pulsing.
“Maven,” he grunts when I arch my back and he surges deeper into me as one hand slips underneath me to rub agonizing circles in my clit.
“Wilder, oh, fuck! Yes!” My body tenses and fills with heat as his strokes come harder. Deeper. It’s intense and explosive as stars shoot off behind my eyes. “More,” I insist.
“Ah, fuck!” His hips move fast as fuck and one hand grips the back of my neck. Instinctively, I want to react negatively, but it’s just enough pressure to flood my pussy and increase my arousal.
“You like that, babe.”
I smile at his satisfied tone and arch a little more. The next few strokes are just what I need to fly apart, to become one with the stars, to lose my goddamn mind.
“Oh fuck!” I shriek as I come harder than I ever have. It’s an endless flow of fire and pleasure as Wilder chases his pleasure in ever faster strokes that keep me suspended in the air, flying apart a million times over before he brings me back to Earth.
Wraps me in his arms and falls asleep, our bodies still blissfully connected.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Wilder
It feels as if this war has been going on for weeks rather than days. There’s always something going on which hasn’t given me much time to dig into the trafficking bullshit or sort through my feelings for Maven. No, that’s bullshit. I don’t need to sort through my feelings. She’s mine, plain and simple. I just have to stop being a pussy and tell her how I feel.
“Wilder,” Dix shouts at me. “Focus, man.”
I blink my world into focus and nod. “I am focused.”
Dix snorts “You sure about that, ’cause I called your name three times before you answered? Maven will be here when you get back.”
He’s right, and I can’t deny it, so I nod. “You really think the attack on Venus was a diversion?”
“Fuck, yeah. Venus is a damn good money-maker for the club, but it’s not our most profitable whorehouse.”
Dix lets out a laugh from our position on the side of Juniper’s Mesa. We’re parked here waiting for the Kings to show up.
“They weren’t expecting the Dragon Skulls to be at Venus, getting their fill of pussy.”
“Thank goodness they were there.” The Dragon Skulls, a club from the valley, buys surplus weed from the MC and sells it in their hood. Our relationship is friendly, which is why they called to tell us what was going down.
“Probably shocked the shit out of those Kings.”
We share a laugh before the sound of bikes tearing through the night air. Our smiles drop as we get ready for battle. Dix and I move around to the back entrance, slipping inside and leaving Lucky and Diesel to protect the perimeter. Inside, Shades is putting on a good show of flirting with Juniper when we stroll inside.
“Look alive,” Dix says as we pass.
Ace and Preacher are still over at Venus, but we have more than enough brothers here to handle the Kings. Juniper pulls away from Shades with a sultry smile and walks over to Dix.