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)
Jackal and Stiff are too, their grips on my thighs and hips getting tighter and their thrusts harder and faster. The sounds coming out of my mouth around Lash’s shaft are purely animal. I grip his thighs while I cling on for dear life and chase the feel of my next orgasm.
It starts deep inside, stoked to a fever pitch by the cocks sliding next to each other inside of me, and then works its way all the way up until I'm seeing stars on the backs of my eyelids. I groan around Lash, and it's the last straw for him as my throat vibrates around his sensitive head. He swells, pressing my lips wider, pulses once, twice, and then my mouth is flooded with cum. I swallow as fast as I can, taking everything he's got, sucking out every drop until I tease the last drops off the tip of him with my tongue.
And that's when the second wave rolls through me. Lash falls from my mouth as I gasp for breath. I shake between Stiff and Jackal, who fuck me straight me through the orgasm, making it feel like it lasts forever. I fall forwards onto Stiff. He wraps his arms around me and clutches me to his warm chest while I twitch against him. My head swims as I lose contact with the world, my eyes blank even before my eyelids fall shut. I keen, deep in the back of my throat as Jackal loses control and thrusts in fully before pulsing inside. That sets Stiff off. He arches up and groans, coming hard.
We all collapse together into one big pile. Jackal and Stiff slide out of me, leaving me feeling empty, eminently satisfied, and so worn out that I'm tempted to just fall asleep, even though it's still only afternoon. Jackal slips off the couch long enough to go wash, then comes back with a washcloth to clean up some of the worst of the mess. He drops into the couch next to me and Stiff, who's providing the most wonderful, warm cushion for me to be draped over. And on the other side of me is Lash, eased back and lazily caressing my thigh.
“That was… something.” My voice is hoarse.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” Stiff runs his fingers through my hair while his other hand comes around me, holding me against him. “You okay, baby? Not too rough?”
“Ask me again tomorrow,” I say with a laugh. “I might not be able to walk.”
Lash grins. “I absolutely will.”
I stick out my tongue and he leans over and kisses it.
“Dork.”
“What do you think?” Jackal asks, as he strokes my arm gently, sounding like he already knows the answer. “Think we're worth sticking around for?”
I nod. “I have no choice. Your cunning plan worked. I can’t feel my legs.”
33
DAKOTA
Logan and I are visiting Paige, who still hasn't gone into labor despite her guys' best efforts. I'm sure she enjoyed the attempts, but she's as round as before, trying to find a comfortable position on the couch and failing. They live in one of the houses behind the compound, and it looks newly renovated with space for her, the three men and a little more for kids.
From what she’s told me, the Sons bought up all the properties on the street to create a buffer zone for the club and to give members with families somewhere to live that’s a bit more normal. Paige has Jessica on one side, and Willow on the other, who I haven't met yet. Bonnie and Anne have a house slightly farther down. Could it be me one day, with Lash, Jackal and Stiff?
At first I wasn't sure if I should go outside the walls, but it's been quiet the last couple days, and Crank rode with me so he could check on Paige. Poe is watching Logan play with Mr. Larson, his motorcycle helmet and a couple of toy motorcycles on the floor. Practicing for when he has one of his own, Paige joked.
My phone rings.
Is it the guys? They left this morning, and uncharacteristically, they didn't let me know where they were going. Just rode off with several other Sons, so I'm guessing it's club business.
No, it's an unknown number, but local. I ignore it.
The phone rings again, pulling me out of it.
“I'm just going to take this, is that okay?”
Paige nods and waves at me to go. “We’ll be fine in here.”
I slip out into the hall, next to the coat rack and a small mountain of shoes and motorcycle boots. “Hello?”
“Is this Ms. Vale?”
I frown. Past me would've just said yes, but I feel I'm getting more skeptical. Maybe the guys are rubbing off on me. “Who's asking?”
“This is Kenneth Hayes, I’m calling from Blackwell General.” His voice is very no-nonsense. “The police are wrapping up their investigation of your sister's accident—I'm really sorry for your loss, by the way—and preparing the documents to allow the release of her remains. But we need some signatures to finish the process. I was hoping you’d be able to get down to the processing office this afternoon. I hate to ask on such short notice, but Britt goes on vacation tomorrow, and it could be a while before anything gets done.”