Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
“Not God,” I growled, running my hands over her thighs and up her hips to caress her soft curves. “Just me. Just Tye, baby. Now ride me.”
She didn’t waste a beat. Leaning forward just a little, she rested her hands on my chest and began to ride me, her hair falling around us like a curtain.
“I’m not going to last,” she whimpered. “Oh, fuck, Tye, you feel so good inside of me.”
I gritted my teeth, trying to keep my composure until she’d gotten herself off. Her movements quickened, and her eyelids fluttered closed. That beautiful mouth of hers parted, and then, she was crying out, her pussy walls clamping and fluttering around me.
With a growl, I tugged her down and crushed my mouth to hers, driving my hips up into her once, twice, three times before I spilled into the condom and whispered her name like a fucking prayer.
She was the only being I’d ever pray to. The only one I’d ever worship.
“I love you,” I panted.
She nodded, panting into my mouth too, not daring to separate us yet. “And I love you,” she breathily whispered.
Aura was finally fucking mine. And I was never letting her go.
4
Tye
I groaned and buried my face in my pillow when my phone began blaring from somewhere on the floor. Aura whined and buried her face in my chest. “Make it stop,” she mumbled. “Too early.”
She wasn’t wrong. The party didn’t even begin dying down until around four that morning, and it wasn’t until six that the music stopped completely. We’d promptly passed the fuck out as soon as the music stopped, and if I had to guess, we hadn’t been asleep very long.
Huffing, I lifted my head, then rolled onto my stomach to pat the floor for my phone. I finally found the offending device and squinted at the name on the screen.
Dad.
I swiped my thumb across the screen, then pressed the button for the speaker. After placing the phone on the pillow beside me, I grumbled, “What time is it?”
“Hello to you, too,” Dad said, amusement lining his words. Lucifer Jones, my dad, was the polar opposite of my mother. Whereas my mom was very loud-mouthed, outspoken, and serious, my dad was a bit more laid back and took more things in stride. Except when family was targeted, that was. I’d seen my dad become more frightening than my mom on more than one occasion when the school system tried to target me while my psychiatrist had been trying to find a suitable medication to suppress my sociopathic tendencies.
“Time,” I mumbled again, rolling onto my side to gather Aura’s naked body back into my arms.
“It’s a little after ten,” Dad told me. Aura whined, and Dad barked out a laugh. “Party too hard last night?” he teased, knowing neither of us were partiers.
“No,” I huffed. “But everyone else did. We weren’t able to get to sleep until six this morning. Can you call back later?”
“No,” Dad retorted, sounding way too fucking cheerful for ten in the morning on a Sunday. “Good morning, Aura. Rise and shine, girly.”
“Nooooo,” she dramatically moaned, making him laugh. Even I cracked a grin. My girl was so fucking overdramatic.
“Congrats on the win last night,” Mom said, popping into the conversation. I sighed, knowing I was never going to get any sleep now that Mom was on the line, too. I might have been able to convince Dad to end the call and call me back later, but not Mom. No one pushed Hayley Jones aside. Not even me.
At one point in time, my mother had been the president of the Bloody Black Skulls MC. I didn’t know much about her past while she was an MC member. But I knew my mother’s hands weren’t clean, and if pushed too hard, the outlaw in her would rise to the surface in a heartbeat.
“Thanks, Mom,” I mumbled, reaching up with one hand to rub at my gritty, sore eyes. “I’m not getting more sleep, am I?”
“Nope,” Mom said, popping the P. “Aura, how did your date last night go? Are things still going well with Trent?”
Aura’s shoulders shook with laughter. “Timothy,” she corrected. “And no. They went pretty horribly, actually.” She heaved a tired sigh. “I caught him cheating.”
“Need me to deal with him?” Dad asked, all hint of playfulness gone from his voice. “Making him disappear is easy, sweetheart.”
“I dealt with it,” I spoke up, running my hand down Aura’s spine. She curved into me, her nipples hardening against my chest. Fuck. Damn my parents for calling and waking us up before we could wake up on our own and I could slide into Aura’s warm, wet body. “And now, she’s mine. No more douchebags in her future.”
“As if you can’t be one yourself?” Mom scoffed.