Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Preacher, oh God, please!” Her breaths are coming out so fast I worry she might pass out, but I keep going, alternating between sucking and licking her clit.
“I’m…close,” she says, the last word a question rather than a declaration.
“I know,” I tell her and pump two fingers into her, the mix of us dripping down my fingers while I torture her clit.
"Shit. Shit. Shit, oh fuck!” Her body shakes uncontrollably as another orgasm takes over, this one bringing another rush of liquid down my chin and all over my chest, but I don’t let up. I tease and taste that clit until I’m sure Gia is spent.
Her toes curl and crack behind me, her thighs tremble, and then she laughs. It’s a nervous giggle more than laughter but even better, she can’t control it. The sound echoes in the hall as her hips buck against me, and I suck harder.
“Preacher! Okay, please! No. More.”
I pull away and smile. “You sure?” I flatten my tongue and lick her from her asshole to her clit, and she bucks against me again.
“So. Fucking. Sure.”
“Perfect.” I stand with her legs still wrapped around my neck, giving her a pussy lick here and there as I carry her back to my bedroom and lay her on the bed.
“I don’t know what you did to me, but I still feel like I’m coming.” She’s wearing a sleepy smile; her lids are heavy, and her lips form a beaming smile. “Wow.”
“Wow, I can’t believe I almost missed out on the best orgasms of my life? Or, wow, I can go for another round?”
She looks up at me with an arched brow. “Impossible.”
“Is that a challenge?” I remove my t-shirt and join Gia on the bed. “Because I kind of like it when you challenge me.”
I more than kind of like it. In fact, I might be growing addicted to this challenging woman, even when she gets it wrong.
“I’m always up for a challenge,” she says around a yawn. “But first, I need to recharge my batteries.” She snuggles in close to me and inhales deeply.
“No sleep. Not yet.”
Gia sits up, angry with a questioning look on her face. “Why?”
“Because you need to call your mother. She’s worried about you.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Gia
I sit up so quickly that I get a little dizzy and shake it off to gape at Preacher.
“You talked to my mom? What’s wrong? Is she okay?” My heart is racing at the idea of Mom worrying about me yet again. “How do you know she’s worried?”
“She’s fine,” he says and wraps a reassuring hand around the back of my neck, bringing me closer until our foreheads touch. “She came by the clubhouse because she hasn’t heard from you.”
Something about his tone doesn’t ring completely honest. “And? What other reason did she come by?”
Mom worries, I know that, but she’s the type to blow up my phone for days, not send out a search party for her wayward daughter.
“Tell me.”
“She was worried about Frank because the cops won’t tell her anything.”
I nod absently at his words. “Thank you for being honest.”
The words come out bitchier than I intended, but I’m upset. At my mom for always putting me behind her latest male obsession, and at myself for still being upset by her behavior.
“I’m always honest, Gia.”
His tone is tight and angry, and I feel bad until I think about what I found earlier.
I let out a heavy sigh. “Not this again. Like you said, I need to call my mom.”
He nods. “Fine. Then we’ll talk.”
I watch his naked ass until he vanishes from sight, and then I reach for my phone, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly before I press the button to call home.
“Hey, Mom. It’s me.”
“Gia, oh thank goodness! I’ve been so worried about you.”
About me. Yeah, sure.
“I’m fine, Mom. I just needed to clear my head, and I figured we needed some space from each other.”
“Space.” She says the word like it’s in a foreign language. “I’m your mother, Gia. We don’t need space from each other.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
“This from the woman who wanted to kick me out so she and her boyfriend could live happily ever after. Without me.”
I sigh and shake my head because I don’t want to fight with her and because there are no fucking drugs in this house to help me cope with fighting with my mom.
“I’m fine. No need to worry.”
“I always worry,” she says, her voice shaky and low, emotional.
“You don’t have to. I’m safe, and I haven’t had any drugs since the night I left.”
“That’s good,” she murmurs, sniffling on the other side of the call. “Your friends told me Frank has a wife.”
I nod even though she can’t see me. My jaw clenches unconsciously as I wait for the blame or recriminations.