Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81245 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Slowly her breathing settles and she slumps against my chest before sitting up. Her face is flushed and she looks a little shell-shocked. “That was…”
Nice? Fucking hot? A mistake?
“Moooooom?” Logan yells from another room.
“Go on,” I say with a chuckle, stroking my hand over her breast and down her side.
Dakota slides off my lap and stands on wobbly legs. She straightens her pajamas and tucks her hair behind her ears. “I’ll be right back.”
While she’s gone, I find her bathroom and take the opportunity to undo my belt and let my aching cock free. I stare back at myself in the badly lit mirror over the sink. “You’re a dirty bastard, you know that?”
Doesn’t stop me from closing my eyes and imagining Dakota on her knees in front of me. It’s not fucking hard. I know what she sounds like as she comes, and I can still smell her all around me. I brace one hand on the sink and wrap the other around my shaft. I’m already slick with pre-cum, and it only takes a couple hard strokes to come to full attention. It’s embarrassingly fucking easy to get myself off. I flip the water on to cover the sound of my low grunt as I spill into my hand.
While cleaning up, I force myself to examine why I didn’t just go back to the club and find a slut to work off the frustration with later. For practical reasons, I had an uncomfortable situation and I didn’t want to do the ride back with a hard-on, but that’s not it. Sex doesn’t have to mean anything more than two or more people wanting to get off together. I’ve got abso-fucking-lutely nothing against it, but the idea of using someone else’s body when it’s Dakota in my head leaves me feeling cold. By the time she tiptoes out of Logan’s room, I’m back on the couch, killing time on my phone.
She settles down on the cushion next to me, leaving a little more room than last time. “So… that happened. I don’t… I’m not interested in…”
I get it. “It’s fine. Just needed to blow off a little steam, right? Is Logan alright?” I ask to change the subject and spare her the awkwardness.
“Yeah. Yeah, he’s fine. He’s been waking up a little more than usual since everything happened. Oh!” She grabs her phone off the coffee table and holds it out to me. “I wanted to ask you a favor since you’re here. This is Georgia’s. Logan confessed to hiding it earlier tonight. She told him to keep it safe, but he dropped it and was scared of getting in trouble. I was hoping to see if there was anything on it that would help me figure out what was going on with her, but the screen’s trashed. Do you know anyone who can fix it?”
It doesn’t take much tech know-how to see she’s right. “Why are you asking me and not just taking it to one of those fix-it shops?”
She chews her lip nervously for a second. “I’m probably just being paranoid, but I don’t want to risk it ending up with the police. I can be honest with you, right? You basically told me the Outlaw Sons do illegal stuff.”
The way she quietly says illegal makes me laugh. “Yeah. As long as you’re not fucking with the club, your secrets are safe with us. Either way, they’re not going to the cops.”
“I told you Logan’s dad wasn’t in the picture, and it’s true. Jay never wanted to meet me or our dad, and he hasn’t been in Logan’s life practically since he was born, but he was still in Georgia’s. I’m like, ninety-nine percent sure he’s involved in some kind of crime, and I really want to find out if he had anything to do with what happened on Friday. If I give the police her phone, and there’s something there that makes Georgia look bad, I know they won’t look any deeper. And…” Dakota glances back towards Logan’s room.
“And?”
She takes a deep breath. “When Georgia asked me to take care of Logan for a while, he was six months old. I don’t think either of us expected it to be permanent. She was struggling to stay sober with a new baby, and Jay didn’t like that Logan was getting all the attention. She wouldn’t admit it, but I saw bruises, and I think he was starting to get violent. This was always supposed to be temporary until she could leave Jay and get back on her feet.”
Fuck. “She never did, did she?”
“No,” Dakota whispers. “And we never made it legal. I’m already terrified that the older he gets the harder it’s going to be to find people who are willing to look the other way when I don’t have the right papers. If the police find out, they could take him away.” She looks up, tears shimmering in her eyes. “I want to clear Georgia’s name, but what’s most important is that Logan is safe, and that when he’s old enough to understand, I can tell him what really happened to her. Even if we’re the only ones that know.”