Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I knew exactly what she needed.
I crawled over her, dragging my hard length along the seam of her soaked folds, releasing a small burst of come when she gasped and her nipples tightened to diamond-hard peaks.
“Never gonna get enough of you, baby,” I murmured, letting her see the deep emotions I felt for her in my eyes.
She blinked up at me with beautiful, trusting eyes and whispered, “Yours.”
Fucking right she was.
“You’re mine,” I said roughly, sliding deep inside her in one smooth thrust. “My girl. My woman. My everything.”
She gasped, her arms wrapping tight around my neck as I buried myself in her again and again.
“So fucking tight,” I groaned. “Love the way your pussy squeezes me, baby.”
I slowed my pace, but kept my thrusts deep as I kissed her with a reverence I didn’t know I had in me.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmured in her ear. “Take all of me. Let me make you mine in every way. Want to make sure I leave a part of me inside you. Gonna keep you bare in this bed, takin’ every inch of me until it happens, ’cause you were made for it. Made for me.”
I rocked into her over and over, and her legs locked around my waist, her body tightening with every stroke, growing closer to an explosion.
“You feel that?” I whispered, my mouth hot against her jaw as I trailed kisses over her silky skin. “How full you are?”
She nodded, and her pussy rippled around my cock.
“Gonna breed you, baby,” I murmured, my voice wrecked with need. “Over and over until you can’t walk. Until you’re dripping with me and carrying my kid.”
Her nails raked down my back, her breath catching as another orgasm slammed into her. I groaned and dropped my head to her neck, fucking her through it, not stopping until she went boneless beneath me.
Still, I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not until she came again with a strangled cry, her fingers fisting the sheets.
Finally, I followed, pumping into her with a broken growl, hips jerking as I emptied every drop inside her.
She clung to me, panting and completely wrecked from pleasure.
I kissed her temple, her cheek, her lips. Whispered sweet soft things, with a few filthy ones thrown in because…well, I was still a fucking badass biker.
Eventually, her breathing slowed, and her lashes fluttered. I gathered her close as her muscles gave out, and she passed out in my arms with the sweetest little sigh I’d ever heard.
I wrapped myself around her like a damn blanket, one hand splayed protectively across her belly as if I could will life to begin inside her already.
Contentment settled over me. No matter what was happening in the world around us, in her arms, I found peace.
Then my phone buzzed.
Groaning, I stared at the ceiling, fighting the desire not to move.
But I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t hold off on handling this shit. Not when I had something worth protecting.
Grabbing my phone, I checked the message.
Fox
All set for tomorrow night.
Me
Text me the details.
Fox
Will do. Be in my office two hours before you leave to go over last-minute shit.
Me
See you then.
I shut off the screen and tossed the phone on the nightstand, then tucked Lindsay even closer and let sleep take me.
Tomorrow, I’d walk into hell.
Tonight, I had heaven in my arms.
11
LINDSAY
I woke up wrapped in heat and muscle, my cheek pressed against Beck’s bare chest. His arm was locked tightly around my waist as though I might vanish if he let go. For a guy who always looked like he was one second away from snarling at the world, he sure clung like a caveman in his sleep.
Not that I was complaining.
I didn’t move right away. Last night had been a lot—chaos, danger, arguments, and multiple rounds of sex that had left me shaky in the best way. Waking up like this felt safe.
I hadn’t known Beck long, but my body had apparently decided he was my personal security blanket. And my heart saw him as my forever. Considering how many times he’d mentioned getting me pregnant, and that we’d never used a condom, I wanted to assume he felt the same way. But I was too scared to ask.
His voice rumbled low and rough beneath my cheek. “You awake?”
“Mmm,” I hummed. “Thinking about going back to sleep. You make a really good pillow.”
He snorted and brushed his lips against the top of my head. “Good thing I haven't gone down for coffee yet. Figured you’d want it fresh.”
My eyes blinked open. “You waited?”
He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “Didn’t want it gettin’ cold if you were too busy hogging my bed to drink it.”
I twisted around to grin up at him. “That’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me first thing in the morning.”