Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” he commands, and I open my eyes. I’m awash in the steamy blue of his gaze, the bright heat consuming me. He goes still for a moment, lips drawn back over his teeth with the effort of stopping and holding himself motionless. He lowers my legs from his shoulders. Confused, I release the arm of the couch and reach for him, for his face.
He turns and kisses my palm as if it were the most natural thing. Then he sits back and pulls me with him, into his lap. My pussy sinks over him, and I feel my eyes drift shut. He nudges my lips with his and we kiss. Then he gathers me close in his arms, spread across his lap. I can repose on his chest, his arms around me warm and strong and I feel myself loosen, going lax and pliant for him now. I give a satisfied sound and kiss his neck. I hug him back and everything slips into place. What felt wild and overwhelming has shifted along with our position and now it feels so right, a key fitting inside a lock. I moan his name and he moves me by my hips. I surrender to him to the perfect feeling, the momentum and the nudge of him inside my body.
Mick kisses me, passionate and fevered. I hold on to him tightly as it builds. Everything flashes to a single sharp point of light and my arms are thrown wide as if by a shock when the climax ripples through me. He feels it because that’s when he growls, a primitive sound that matches the way he anchors me tight to his chest and thrusts in once more. The rush of his climax jars me, breathtaking and purely masculine. His hot, thick seed pour inside me, mixing with my own juices. He gently pumps in and out, riding out the pleasure and making sure to fill all of me.
A second orgasm sweeps me, drags me under in reaction to his finale. I whimper, too sensitive and spent to endure it. He cradles me then, gentle, reassuring as I ride it out.
He draws the blanket over me and holds me close. The rhythm of his heartbeat as much as the languor in my satisfied body lulls me to sleep. When I wake, he is still here holding me, and he gives no sign of annoyance that I fell asleep in his arms. Patient and warm, he strokes my messy hair back from my forehead, kisses just above my band aid tenderly.
“Did I wear you out?” he says a little smug.
“Yeah, you did,” I confess. “I don’t usually fall sleep like that.”
“That tells me that you haven’t had anybody good enough to wreck your sleep before.”
“I wish I could deny it just to wipe the smile off your face, but you’re not wrong.”
“I told you LA guys were losers,” he quips.
“If this is what I’m comparing to, there’s no other possible answer. It was unreal.”
“Oh, it was very real,” he counters, making me smile.
He traces his fingers over the band aid on my forehead and frowns.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a small scratch.”
“I don’t care how small it is. You got hurt when you were with me. I won’t let it happen again.”
13
MICKEY
The two guys that Jeremiah took down in the parking lot were dealing drugs. One of them worked for me until that moment. I won’t have drugs on my bottom line. I don’t care how profitable they are or how people will find a way to score them with or without me. I refuse to allow anyone on my payroll to deal. They better not so much as charge somebody a dollar for some Tylenol because I’ll fire them no questions asked.
I know someone in the organization is dirty. Somebody is using my territory and part of my network to move drugs and sell them on the downlow. It isn’t just the principle of the thing. It’s the risk of impaired judgment for the individual and the overall harm to the community—people driving, working, raising kids while they’re high or when they need a fix. I won’t feed into that cycle. Rory still thinks it’s hilarious that I run a criminal organization, but I insist on random drug testing for all my workers, him included. I run a clean operation and I want everybody’s head on straight.
When Jeremiah reported to me that one of the men had a bunch of pills, I sent Rory in ahead of me. We flushed the pills while the asshole cussed about their street value and what he’s gonna do to get us back for destroying his inventory.
He won’t do much in the way of hands-on revenge anytime soon since we broke his right hand. The hand was for throwing that rock that could’ve done worse than it did. I had a guard take care of it because I knew if I got my hands on him I’d tear him the fuck apart. It’s supposed to be a punishment for stepping out of line and going against our values, not a vent for my fury. And fury possessed me then.