Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I watch as she lifts, then wink up at her as I slide her panties and shorts down. “Open for me, baby,” I instruct. She takes a deep breath, then stretches her legs out, making room for me. My gaze moves to her sweet pussy that’s covered in a smattering of blonde curls that are glistening and wet. I let my fingers lightly brush against them, thinking there’s something profound and sweet about seeing her like this. “My Gabriella,” I croon, pulling her lips apart, while my finger rubs against her folds.
“God, I love when you use my name,” she whimpers, trembling with need. I rake my gaze over her, taking in the way her head is thrown back in need, her eyes hooded and full of desire, and her beautiful stomach, stretched and carrying a life inside, her breasts heavy and full of milk which she will give the child—our child. I seriously can’t handle the beauty before my eyes, so I turn back to my woman’s pussy and set about devouring her and making sure I bring her so much pleasure she’ll never question the fact that I love her again.
When it’s over, I don’t know if I achieved my goal, but if I didn’t, I know it will be something I won’t mind showing her over and over.
For the rest of my life.
Chapter 33
Dragon
I jump off my bike, more than pissed. I’m about to go apoplectic. It has been over an hour since Diesel called to tell me King announced to him that he and Gabby were moving to Denver. He further told me King told him he appreciated the offer, and he liked the club, but he would not join a club where his woman had shit thrown up to her at every gathering and had to take shit that was no longer hers to take. He shared King said he was a man who was married to the life of being in a club, but that meant he wanted his old lady at his side. He also couldn’t put Gabby through that if it brought her discomfort or pain.
I couldn’t say shit because there was a time in my life when I imagined setting fire to the compound in Kentucky and watching the club I built from the ground up with my brothers go up in flames. I understood the emotion King was feeling, but I also refuse to lose my boy. I just got him in my life and there was no way in fucking hell I’m going to let him walk away. It was more than that, though. I’d watched King yesterday. Even with the anger and the shit that was flying around, he embraced Nicole and gave her sweet words. King also pleaded with T, and I could tell he cared about Kayden. My boy is finding a home in our family. Dom still has his head in his ass—as Dom often does—but eventually that will sort itself out. Though it might take a bit because yesterday I discovered Dom was a fucking asshole at times. It’s a fact I knew already, but the reminder was jarring. Still, it would eventually clear away. Thea was helping Dom to grow up in ways he really should have, but never achieved without her. Taz would help bring that to fruition sooner, and if that didn’t work, by God, I’m going to knock some sense into that thick head of his. Then King would have his whole family. I want that for him. Fuck, I want it for me and for my old lady and my other kids. I want us together and I’m going to get it.
So, with that in mind, I drove to the Devil’s Blaze clubhouse. Which, quite frankly, is a fucking mess. Torch was there, but it was clear they were low on members, low on energy, and low on direction. Skull wasn’t only losing his family, he was also losing his club since the death of his son. I couldn’t pass judgment on him completely, because if I were suffering from that blow, I’m pretty sure I’d quit breathing. Still, I hope like fuck someone would beat some sense into my head before it was too late. I’d decided the time had come for me to deliver that message to Skull. He wasn’t at the clubhouse. Torch said the man hadn’t been there since his son died. I nodded and walked out. Torch called and asked where I was going, and I told him I was going to go beat some sense into his brother before I lost a son and he lost a daughter to fucking Denver.
I don’t know if Torch understood anything I said. I also didn’t give a damn. Still, he must have figured a little of it out because I knew he and at least three others—which could be their whole fucking club at this point, for all I knew—were following me.