Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
We moan together as we reach our peaks almost identically. I explode around him, my whole body squeezing him like a vise, just as he pushes deep and groans. We quiver and moan against each other, rocking our hips back and forth, working our orgasms so that we can make them last for as long as possible. Until my gut aches like I've done a hundred sit-ups.
And then I collapse, still drowning in sensations. Without my sight, I'm acutely aware of his thickness holding me open. Of his sweat dripping onto my chest. Of the pulsing ache in my clamped nipple. His hot breaths into the crook of my neck. The weight of him on my wrists.
I hate it when he pulls out, even if I know that he has to at some point. I just don't want the moment to end. “I'm gonna take this off now, okay. Ready?”
I almost wish he hadn't warned me, but I nod. The moment the nipple clamp releases, blood rushes in with a painful tingle that makes me hiss, but it goes away pretty fast, and he's quick to kiss it better. Worth it. Everything's worth it, the way he makes me feel. The way all three of them make me feel.
I pull off the blindfold in time to see him toss something into the trash, and then he drops down next to me and pulls me into an embrace. I press my face against his chest, not caring that he's sweaty. We're both sweaty and gross, and that's part of it. He's got a shower, but for now I just want to listen to his heart beating and feel his arms around me.
“You alright? We good still?”
I chuckle. “If we weren't good, I would've told you to stop. I wouldn't even let you get started. Promise. Daddy.”
He laughs, and his big dick twitches against my thigh.
“Nuh uh. I need to rest.”
He settles for running his fingers through my hair, at least for now.
Maybe there's going to be a slot for me in the Harem Brunch Club after all.
40
SHELBY
If you'd asked me even a few months ago if I'd ever be standing here, ready to tie my life to the MC world again, I'd have told you that you were crazy. But, here I am, about to let someone call me their old lady, for real.
Three someones.
Yeah, I wouldn't have believed that either.
These are bikers, so there will be no day in Church, or even the city hall, but they take their vows more seriously than any piece of paper could enforce. I'm wearing a beautiful dress, long and white, that flows over my legs and shows off my arms and cleavage. Mia helped me pick how to style my hair, which is how Kaylee ended up bleaching the tips and coloring them like a rainbow. She did the same for Mia, whose lighter hair only needed temporary coloring to match. She loves it, of course, so I think Kaylee might have new customers.
But in spite of how non-traditional everything is, I couldn’t ask for more.
The sun shines down on the courtyard, clean and mostly repaired, but still showing some scars from the attack that nearly took my daughter from me. The Harem Brunch Club along with the rest of the old ladies, and even the club girls helped decorate. There are flowers everywhere, and a row of vintage bikes, displayed proudly.
There's nowhere I'd rather be than at the Screaming Eagles compound.
Is it dangerous? Sometimes.
Could it use a coat of paint and some fresh grass seed in spots? Probably.
Is it where the three loves of my life are? Definitely.
I glance down at Mia, in her flower girl dress that she keeps twirling. Together with her light-up sneakers, it's enough to entertain her for hours. Four loves.
I’m waiting in the garage for the music to start. Eagle-eye bitched a little about these ceremonies getting out of hand, but in these—and only these—cases, nobody listens to him, so we're going to have at least a little nod to tradition.
Alessa's circling me, making sure I look good from all angles. “Girl, you're beautiful. Your boys are going to have heart attacks all at the same time and die out there.”
I laugh. “I hope not. This was a lot of work.”
“What about me? Do I look pretty? Look!” Mia spins her dress again, her sneakers blinking as she moves.
“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.” Alessa assures her, which makes Mia light up even more than her shoes. It's true though, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Always has been.
“I don't like this suit,” Dante says, looking uncomfortable with the stiff collar and something more restrictive than loose shorts and a T-shirt.
“Stop pulling at it,” Liam orders, sounding like a mini version of King.
“You look incredibly handsome,” I tell him, with a lot of emphasis on incredibly.