Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“Aria,” he groans louder when I nibble the other cheek. Feeling daring, I spread his cheeks a little, and tease his hole with my tongue. “Fuck, babe.”
He grabs me by the hair and turns me so I’m facing the wall. One hand goes around my waist, and the other wraps around my ribcage so his fingers can tease my tits. His cock slips between my thighs, slowly rocking back-and-forth. The head of his cock bumps against my clit over and over and over again, making my breathing shallow and my pussy clench with unsatisfied desire.
“Lucky,” I whisper on a wave of desire.
His teeth sink into my shoulder, and my hips move faster and faster, like my own man-powered clit stimulator.
“Aria,” he growls, kissing all over my neck and shoulders.
I squeeze my thighs tighter together, and the groan it pulls from him is one I will remember for the rest of my life. It’s wild, almost feral in its intensity, and I arch my back a little.
“Oh fuck, Lucky!”
Seconds later, I’m falling apart. My legs are trembling, and my clit is vibrating like it’s attached to a live wire. I can feel the hot, thick seed spill from his cock all over my pussy and down my legs. It’s the most intense non-penetrating orgasm of my life, and tears prick the corners of my eyes.
“Lucky,” I say, not knowing if I’m laughing or crying.
“That was hot,” he whispers before nipping my earlobe.
I turn to face him and smile. “Yes, it was. Thank you.”
I kiss him long and deep, pouring all the things I’m not ready to say to him into that kiss. No man gives pleasure when he doesn’t have to. Lucky could have asked for a blow job, and I would have given it to him, but that’s not the man he is. He respects my wishes, so he found another way for us both to get off.
“I should be thanking you. Or should I be thanking your yoga teacher?”
“I’ll send along your praise,” I laugh and kiss his beautiful mouth. “I promise.”
“Come on. Let’s get out of here before someone starts bitchin’ about the hot water.”
With a low belly laugh, Lucky steps out of the shower, watching me as I dry my hair and body.
“What?”
He shrugs. “You’re so fucking feminine. Everything little thing about you.” He kisses my shoulder and walks out of the bathroom, completely naked.
My body catches fire, and I rush after him, hungry to touch and taste every inch of him for as long as possible.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Lucky
The sun filters between the blinds, filling the room with an early morning glow. I turn with a smile on my lips and a warm, naked woman in my arms, and then I press a kiss to her temple. What the fuck am I doing? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve asked myself that exact question where Aria is concerned.
Something about her calls to me and not just my dick. It’s too early in the morning to be thinking such thoughts, especially when I already know I’m a fucking goner over this rich girl.
Aria isn’t at all what she appears, and I’m not talking about being the daughter of a federal agent. Fuck that. On the outside, she is bitchy and stuck up, all hard edges and a sharp tongue. But she’s also smart and kind of funny in a sarcastic way. And she’s so fucking vulnerable it’s incredible hundreds of guys aren’t lining up to protect her.
Yeah, I’m gone over her, and I can admit that to myself here in the quiet of the clubhouse before the world wakes up. No matter what I’m feeling, though, I know I have to tread carefully. Geoffrey Morgan might not be who she thinks he is, but he’s still her father, and falling for Aria might mean losing her when this is all over. She’s upset right now, but parental influence runs deep.
I can’t waste my time on what Geoffrey Morgan thinks right now, not when there are more important things to consider.
Between LTC and the fucking Bloodthirsty Devils, my main concern is keeping my brothers and Aria safe. Threats are coming from every fucking angle right now, which means no one is safe for the moment, and that means I can’t afford to let my mind wander to fanciful things like hot, naked, rich girls.
Focus. I gently slip from the bed, from Aria’s sleepy yet possessive grip, casting one last look at her gorgeous body before I step inside the bathroom, dress, and leave her to meet with my brothers.
Inside the main clubhouse, I find many of my brothers sitting at tables and eating breakfast, the club whores bringing out beers, eggs, and bacon like the clubhouse is some roadside diner.
“What can I getcha, Lucky?”
I smile at one of the new girls. I can’t remember her name, but when shit gets less crazy around here, I will.