Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I sit up on the floor and put my hands between my legs. “Goddamn, Casper. Get your keys. You’re going to have to take me to your house.”
“Why?” she asks, a real look of concern crossing her face.
“I need to find a dress. I think she made me a woman,” I grunt, getting to my feet.
Cas laughs and pats me on the back. “Guess that’s what bikers do when they can’t pull pigtails on the playground anymore.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I take a few steps, making sure my dick is still attached.
“It means you two need to just fuck already and get it over with. But don’t tell Vincent I said that.” She points her finger at me and gives me a look of death. Then she looks around the room like he might possibly have heard her.
I don’t say anything in response, mostly because I’m not sure my dick could fuck anything ever again. But goddamn, does that little thing turn me on. My cock twitches with the thought of her, and I’m happy he’s not completely useless.
“Come on, Scribe. Pres wants to talk to you in his office when you think you can see straight.”
The look on Casper’s face is far too happy about my injury, but I can’t really hate her for it. I’d laugh my ass off if one of the guys got kneed in the balls by Violet. But then I get angry thinking about her knee anywhere near them and shake that thought off. Goddamn it, I’m developing a split personality disorder with her.
This has been a long time coming though, and I know it. I’ve tried to keep my distance, but the more I try to push her away, the closer I end up getting to her. Like tonight when I tried to rattle her and give her shit, she ends up kneeing me in the balls, and now I’m chasing after her. Like a goddamn puppy, I’ll follow her anywhere. I’ve always got my eyes on her.
I can hear everyone outside when I hobble over to Pres’ office. I knock on the door as I walk in, not looking around the room, just falling onto the couch and throwing my arm over my eyes.
“Goddamn, I need some ice,” I say rubbing my balls.
“I wish I had some,” Violet says. I hear a glass full of ice shaking, and I groan at the sound.
Lifting my arm, I look over to see her sitting in front of Pres’ desk, and him behind it trying to muffle a laugh. I want to punch him in the face, but I daresay I’m not in the state to do much at the moment with my balls still up in my stomach.
She takes the last sip of her drink and then pops a piece of ice in her mouth, crunching down on it hard as she smirks at me. My eyes follow down to her cut, and I have to admit it looks sexy as fuck on her. I didn’t want her wearing it because of the target it now puts on her back, but my dick twitches again as I think about her wearing it while I fuck her. Nothing on underneath it, just the cut and her tits bouncing while she rides my cock.
“That’s a great idea, baby. Get your mouth nice and cold so you can suck me better.”
The smile on her face dies as she crunches the last of the ice, and I hate myself a little for extinguishing it. Fuck, I’m an asshole, and I can’t seem to help it when it comes to her. It would be heaven having her mouth anywhere on me, but especially my dick. I’d hold her auburn hair out of the way and tell her how good she is at it. No doubt with thick lips like hers, she’d feel so good around my shaft. I don’t think Violet has ever done anything she hasn’t excelled at. If I’ve learned anything about her, that’s it.
“That cock of yours hasn’t seen so much as the light of day in years, Scribe. You use those hands for something else besides video games?” Pres asks, breaking my thoughts about Violet going down on me.
I open my mouth to respond, and he cuts me off.
“Enough of this bullshit. Violent is a prospect. She’s going on a run with you. You’ll leave tonight. Pack your shit up. She’s got the details.”
“What?” I say sharply, sitting up.
Violet stands, takes the thick envelope on the desk, and walks to the door. “I’ll meet you outside,” is all she says before exiting. Cas winks at me and follows her out.
“Pres, I’m not some prospect. I’m a fucking patchmember. I’m the goddamn intel for this club, and you’re going to give her the orders and not tell me what the hell is going on?”