Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
“Yeah,” he admitted. “She went into the back of the clubhouse with a bunch of them, and then I found her outside later, crying. I offered to help her, but she didn’t want anything to do with me. Haven’t seen her since I got out of jail.”
“She’s covered in bruises. Did you hear her screaming or anything?”
He shook his head. “No—and I’d have noticed. She went back of her own free will, although I think Talia pressured her. It was a bad night. Marsh was out of control toward the end there. Drugged up, paranoid, and crazy as fuck. I told her to stay away from them, but some women . . . you can’t make a woman respect herself. Sometimes it takes something really bad for them to leave the life. Maybe this will be enough to convince her.”
Settling into his arms, I sighed. “I don’t like your world very much.”
“Tinker, look at me.”
Tilting my head, I caught his gaze.
“That’s not my world,” he said firmly. “There are bikers who beat their women, no question. I’m not one of them, and we don’t tolerate that shit at our clubhouse, either. If a woman wants to pull a train, fine. Some of the guys are into that. I don’t much care for sloppy seconds, but whatever. We don’t rape and beat little girls, though. There’s a reason I came to town, and it was because Marsh and his men were out of control. The only Nighthawks left are the ones who weren’t there that night, got me?”
A weight lifted off my chest.
“She told me Talia and Marsh are planning some kind of revenge,” I told him. Gage snorted.
“No surprise there,” he said. I frowned.
“No, she sounded really worried. You need to be careful.”
“Babe, look at me.” I did, meeting his gaze head on. “Marsh is in jail and he’s not going to be getting out for a long time. Probably years. Neither will the men who were with him. Talia can scream and rage all she wants, but my whole club is in town, and they’re watching for her. If she shows her face, we’ll get her. If she’s smart, she left already. I gave her some money last night. With luck, she’s already used it. Either way, we’ll deal with her.”
“You promise?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said firmly. “Now give me a kiss.”
I did, leaning into him, letting myself enjoy the full body contact. He nipped and sucked at my lips, then his hands were down and around my butt, gripping it as he pulled me into his erection.
We spent a couple minutes making out, until my legs started shifting restlessly from need. It was a good thing, this breaking of the dry spell. Gage started walking me back into the pantry-slash-mudroom, kicking the kitchen door shut behind him, leaving us alone in the tiny room. Then his arms gripped my upper legs firmly, lifting me up until they wrapped around his waist.
“This is a bad idea,” I whispered as he started kissing my neck, working his way down. “That door doesn’t even lock.”
“Who cares?”
He rocked into me, rubbing my most sensitive place, and I decided if he didn’t care, I didn’t, either. It wasn’t like Dad thought I was a virgin, that was for damned sure. Then Gage jerked up my shirt and pulled down my bra to suck in a nipple, and all thought ceased. My handyman was dry humping me against the wall of my pantry and it was outstanding. All I wanted was him inside me, the sooner the better.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away. He set me down, ripping open my shorts and shoving them down around my ankles. Then he turned me around, pushing me forward as my hands hit the wall. I heard the sound of his zipper and the tear of foil. His cock found my opening and he filled me with one thrust, bottoming out almost painfully.
“God, that’s good,” I muttered as his hands tightened around my waist, bracing me for his hammering hips. It was good—really good. Different than what we’d done before, yet exactly what I needed. Desire flooded me, spiraling up fast and hard like a wildfire, and then I flashed over, the orgasm hitting me suddenly and without warning. I spasmed around him, moaning. Gage’s fingers dug into my flesh so deep I knew he’d leave marks, but I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about anything.
He came a second later, grunting with satisfaction. We stayed like that for long seconds, panting, and then he leaned down over my back, rubbing my stomach gently. That’s when his phone rang, and he gave an unsteady laugh.
“Not a bad way to start the day,” he said.
“I’ll second that,” I whispered. It’d all happened so fast that if it weren’t for the shorts around my knees I’d have wondered if I’d imagined it. His phone rang again.