Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
It was disconcerting to feel something other than lust or gratitude for a woman he was in bed with. Those were simple emotions, and what was going through his brain was complex.
He wanted her because she was warm and safe and knew how to give a man everything he could possibly need.
He wanted to walk away from her because he didn’t trust this feeling. Safety was an illusion. Safety and warmth could go away in a heartbeat.
Damn it. He was not getting into this. He was willing to cede the argument that maybe…just maybe he had…it made him slightly ill…abandonment issues. But they were not going to ruin his blow job.
Her eyes softened like she could feel what was going through his head, and then she scraped her teeth lightly against his skin, bringing him back into the moment.
She was hot when she was being sensitive to his feeling. One feeling. Only one. He could shove the feeling away and concentrate on how good her mouth felt. How hot and sexy she was. How nice it felt to know he would wake up with her in the morning.
Fuck it. She was turning him into… He wasn’t even sure what he was turning into, but it was weird and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
She sucked him hard, taking him to the back of her throat and then groaning as she obviously found her pleasure. Wyatt let out a little shout, and then Sawyer was going over the edge. He held her head, forcing her to take all of him as he filled her mouth. All thought flew away as he rode the wave of his orgasm, the sensation pulsing through him like a heartbeat connecting to her own.
Yeah, he’d thought that.
Sabrina leaned back, swallowing and then licking her lips in the most outrageously sexy way. “Well, if I’d known all I had to do to get you two to double team me is use a stun gun on a couple of guys, I would have done it way sooner.”
He heard the sharp sound of a hand smacking flesh, and she whimpered.
“Don’t remind me,” Wyatt said, stepping back. “I just calmed down. Now I need a beer.”
He could use one, too. “Make it two.”
“Three,” Sabrina said as Wyatt made his way to the bar. And then her eyes widened and she grimaced.
Sawyer couldn’t help but grin. “You lost the plug?”
She nodded and looked so adorable.
Yep, he was fucked. He was going to have to find a way to fix the mess because he was rapidly coming to the conclusion he didn’t want to live without either one of them.
Chapter Thirteen
Wyatt stood at the edge of the woods, snow clinging to his boots, hoping he’d made it out of the cabin without waking Sawyer or Sabrina. He’d gotten the text he’d been waiting for hours after they’d finally gone to bed. Sabrina had fallen asleep against him, but at some point she’d turned and ended up with her head on Sawyer’s chest.
It had been his first lucky break of the entire last twenty-four fucking hours.
He’d slipped out of bed and gotten on his laptop. He’d finished the job because there was zero way his brother didn’t show up and soon.
He didn’t want Wayne to decide to meet him at the cabin. He didn’t want Wayne to know there was a cabin at all.
So he’d texted his brother and told him to meet him at Hell on Wheels if he wanted his accounts.
As he’d suspected, his brother had told him he’d be there in half an hour and not to be late.
He’d known the fucker was in town and probably seething since he wouldn’t be able to get his people out of jail until tomorrow.
He’d known the fucker wasn’t back in Colorado Springs.
The purr of an engine let Wyatt know it was time to come out of the shadows.
Would his brother finally take a knife to his throat? Hadn’t he been expecting it since the moment he’d told Wayne he wanted out and he would do it one way or another? He’d told his brother he would either let him go or Wyatt would go to the police and hand over everything he had on the club.
That was when they’d made their devil’s bargain. The one that could cost Wyatt everything.
As he stepped out of the tree line and onto the gravel of the parking lot, he realized he hadn’t gotten out alone.
Bella walked up beside him, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she took her place at his side.
“How did you get out?” They hadn’t put her in her crate because they’d been far too busy taking Sabrina to the bedroom to deal with coaxing Bella in. Then when they’d taken a break, Wyatt had fed her and then gotten pulled back into sex.