Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“Don’t tempt me, Menace,” he grits through his clenched jaw as I slowly lift my hips and sink back down, my pussy clenching around his cock. “I don’t have a lot of patience, and you’re not ready to learn what it means when that control slips.”
“Try me,” I groan, rising right up the length of his thick cock and claiming every ounce of his pleasure as I sink back down and show him exactly what these hips can do. Then, gripping his shoulder, I lean in and brush my lips over his, my walls tightening around him. “But if you don’t think you can handle it . . .”
I let my words hang in the air, knowing he’ll take the bait just as intended, and when he grits his teeth and drops his hands to my hips, my plan falls perfectly into place. “Show me how you ride me, Menace. Do your fucking worst.”
22
STONE
After another forty-eight hours of driving, Aria and I finally arrive back in the city we grew up in. Not in my beloved Firebird, though. We left her back in the barn at the old farmhouse. Out on the open road, she didn’t draw much attention, but in the city, eyes would be on us everywhere.
I found an old F150 and some fuel in the neighbor’s shed. It didn’t drive well. The fuel had long expired. I don’t know how, but the demon in the library must have been sending us some good juju after the performance we gave it, because the F150 kicked over like a dream. For a while at least. It got us to the next town, a few hours down the highway, before it met its maker.
The small town of Brunswick gave us everything we needed. A place to break into and shower, a fresh change of clothes that actually fit me, new supplies for our go-bag, a stack of cash from someone’s unlocked safe, and a brand-new Honda with a full tank of fuel that will blend in with city life like a dream.
I almost feel bad. We raided Brunswick like we had nothing to lose. Fresh bread. Snacks. Fruit. Water. And most importantly, coffee. I haven’t had a good coffee in years. At Hartley Creek, there was limited availability, and after a fatal brawl over the shit, coffee was considered contraband, and we never saw it again. Not anymore. My newfound freedom has given me the world; the only problem is reality.
I can’t go back to Hartley Creek. It’s not even because of the prison life. I really didn’t mind it. I kept to myself, stayed away from the truly vile men. I was there to bide my time and nothing more. But now that I’m out and have Riley right where she’s always belonged, I’m not giving that up again. I failed her once, but it won’t happen again. Especially not now that I know how it feels to sink deep inside her.
I’m addicted. That sweet cunt has become my greatest obsession. I live and breathe by everything that is Riley Maddox. As for Aria Ashford, I’m still trying to figure her out. She’s different. Aria has lived in a world where her biggest threat was Janette from the office. She didn’t need to learn how to survive. She didn’t remember how it felt to go hungry or live in constant fear of losing everything you love. Aria has a different perspective on life, but as she slowly regains her memories, her perspective is starting to change. My Riley is returning to me.
As we sail through the city, my gaze flicks around at everything I left behind. This was our home for a while, but I don’t have good memories of this place. This is where I lost Ash, where he fell in with the wrong crowd and became someone I didn’t recognize. We only lived here for a year, but it was the biggest mistake of my life. To be back here again . . . It feels wrong.
“What’s the matter?” Aria asks, her gaze sweeping over me before looking back out the window, not wanting to pry, but I know she’s desperate for answers. That’s just the way she is. She can’t help herself.
“Just don’t have good memories of this place,” I tell her, driving for a few more minutes before pulling up outside a factory and nodding toward it. “That’s where you were taken. Where everything changed. It’s different now. Been rebuilt, but I almost lost you in there.”
She sits up straighter in her seat, grasping the dashboard and the side of her chair as she twists around to get a better look. “That’s it?” she asks, her brows furrowed as she takes it in. It looks like a printing facility now, nothing at all like the abandoned building it once was.