Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Bursts of his release filled me up, making me a hundred times slicker than I’d been before, and easing the way for his thrusts.
Then I was holding his heat in my arms.
I couldn’t breathe with his entire upper body plastered to mine, but I didn’t care.
Not one single bit.
Because Steel fucking Cross was in my arms, and I was as happy as I could fucking be.
***
The next morning, we both woke up at once, but it was me that reached forward for my phone.
I had it in my hand and placed to my ear moments later, thinking the only person that called this early was Conleigh.
Which made me worried almost from the start of the conversation.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“Hello?” I repeated.
“Who is this?”
I pulled the phone away from my face and stared at the screen.
Lizzibeth.
I didn’t have a Lizzibeth in my contacts…
“Shit, sorry,” I said, putting the phone down on Steel’s chest. “That’s your phone, not mine.”
He started to chuckle. The sound was deep and husky.
“Not a problem,” came his just as deep and husky reply.
It was at that instant that everything we’d done the night before came back to me. Everything.
And I wanted it.
Again.
My hand slowly slid down his chest as he picked the phone up to his ear.
“Yeah?”
I shivered and hoped that he’d never direct that particular tone towards me. Ever.
Chapter 11
Some men dream of being a hero. Others relive it in their nightmares.
-Steel’s secret thoughts
Steel
“Yeah?” I answered.
I didn’t have to look at the screen to know who it was. Lizzibeth didn’t miss a chance to call and rail me in the morning.
“Who was that?”
I looked down at the head that was resting on my chest and grinned.
“That was Winnie. What do you want?”
“Winnie?” she sneered. “Just who the hell is Winnie?”
I didn’t know what exactly Winnie was to me, so I chose not to answer.
“Is there a reason you’re calling me?”
“You…you…you’re already seeing someone else?”
That was about the time that Winnie started to run her hand in circles along the hair on my chest. Her fingers started to graze my nipples with each pass, and, surprisingly, she was making me hard just by that touch alone.
My nipples weren’t sensitive…at least I hadn’t thought they were.
Now…with her. Apparently, they were.
“Lizzibeth, we’ve been over for almost a year. And, to be honest, it was a moment of stupidity on my part for marrying you in the first place. I never loved you…I just loved the idea of you.”
That’s when Winnie started to silently laugh into my chest, her face against the left side of my chest, her mouth inches away from my nipple.
I could feel her hot breath brushing against it, and my cock stiffened even further.
“I cannot believe you,” she hissed. “I cannot. I can’t.”
I refrained from telling her that those two things were the exact same thing. She’d basically just repeated the same thing three times.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, not sounding sincere in the least. “What do you need?”
I might as well listen to her at this point.
She hissed.
“I’m not believin’ that you’re truly sorry, but whatever.” She growled, sounding super pissed.
“I don’t really know what you want me to say here,” I said. “We’re divorced. You continue to call my son, as well as the other members of the MC all the fuckin’ time.”
“Because you won’t answer the phone!” she all but yelled.
“I won’t answer the phone because I don’t want to talk to you.”
Her screech made me pull the phone away from my ear slightly, and that’s when Winnie crawled up my body and then planted a wet one directly on my lips.
“What was that?”
I could hear Lizzibeth screaming through the phone an arm’s length away.
I sighed and placed the phone back to my ear, despite Winnie being on top of me.
She was running her lips down the length of my jaw, then even farther down my neck to my collarbone.
All the while she let her pussy—her bare pussy—rub against me.
“I’m sorry, what did you ask?”
“You’re in bed with her, aren’t you?” she hissed.
“I fail to see how that’s any of your business,” I murmured. “Now, either tell me why you called, or hang up. It’s as simple as that.”
She made a sound in her throat that even I knew was full of frustration.
Then she started to laugh, making me curious as to what she would say next.
“Well, have fun telling her that you’re still married,” she hissed. “And good luck getting an easy divorce this time like you did last time. I no longer feel bad for what I did. Not with you cheating on me, also. It ain’t gonna happen.”
She hung up moments later, and I suddenly realized just why, exactly, Lizzi had been calling as much as she had.
To tell me that we were still married.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
Being married meant a lot of things.