Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Catching her father pounding pussy might scar her for life.
And as for Taryn’s son…
No.
If Wren caught them, Taryn would never forgive him. Even though Stone wouldn’t be the only one involved, he’d be blamed for her kid needing years of therapy.
But if he didn’t find somewhere private to go, this wouldn’t go far.
He considered their options.
A closet. That would be tight.
Her Honda or his truck, since they were parked in the garage. That would be inconvenient. Plus, they wouldn’t hear the kids if there was a problem.
Or...
She gasped softly as his hand shot out like a striking cobra and captured her wrist. Within seconds, he was on his feet, pulling her back through the front foyer to the other side of the house.
The downstairs bathroom might not be huge, but it had a lock and more space than any of the closets. The ability to watch himself in the mirror as he fucked her would also be a bonus.
Still without a word between them, he steered her into the bathroom and released her before closing and locking the door.
When he flicked on the lights and turned…
Fuck yeah.
A flush had worked up her slender throat, her nipples were screaming his name, her bottom lip was clamped between her teeth, and her eyes glittered like blue diamonds as they focused on his hard-as-fuck dick.
Since she didn’t want them to speak, they’d need to show each other what they wanted instead. He’d go first.
Snagging her hand again, he wrapped her fingers around his hard length before moving it up and down. Once she took over, he grasped the back of her neck and pulled her into him, crushing their mouths together.
Her breath puffed raggedly as he dragged his tongue through her mouth, exploring every corner. Thumbing one of her tight nipples, he was annoyed that she still wore that tank.
Wanting no barriers but a wrap between them, he ended the kiss.
She didn’t stop him when he ripped her top over her head, tossing it aside.
She didn’t stop him when he shoved her PJ bottoms down, leaving her in only black panties.
She didn’t stop him when he shoved his own boxers down far enough they fell to his feet on their own, freeing his erection.
She didn’t stop him when he hooked his fingers in her panties and did the same with them.
Despite her compliance…the urge to rush clawed at his core. He was afraid once reality hit her, she’d change her mind and leave him holding his own dick.
This could be his one and only shot with her. Because he was pretty damn sure once the light of day was upon them, he’d be added to her list of mistakes right below Vic the Dick.
Stone wouldn’t deny that he belonged there.
He was not a good guy. Laws didn’t pertain to him and the only rules he respected had to do with the KOAMC.
His world was made up of two very important things: his daughter and his club. Without Sunny and his brotherhood, his heart had no reason to keep pumping. The Kings were in his blood and that same blood ran through Sunny’s veins.
He lived for both and would die for them, too.
Wrapping her hot, little fingers around his dick again, she began to jerk him off, bringing him back to the room. His hips twitched, wanting to follow her rhythmic pumping, but if he started doing that, he might not be able to stop.
Again, this might be a once and done scenario, so he couldn’t blow it. In more ways than one.
He regretfully peeled her fingers from around his throbbing length and went to the closet, digging around for a box of wraps. He kept a supply in both bathrooms as well as his bedroom and in the kitchen just in case. Since he never wanted to be caught with his pants down and no way to protect himself.
A hard, expensive lesson only needed to be learned once.
Condoms were definitely cheaper than diapers and everything else needed to raise a kid. More importantly, it stopped him from being attached to some crazy bitch for a minimum of eighteen years. One hell of a prison sentence.
If he ever had a kid again, he’d want to choose the mother, not the other way around. Getting pregnant wasn’t a way to lock him down, it was a guaranteed way to alienate him.
As it was, one nut nugget was more than enough to deal with right now, fuck you very much. He was also damn sure the woman in the bathroom with him didn’t want to get knocked up again anytime soon. They might not have a lot in common, but they had that.
Despite Taryn’s desire for them to say nothing, Stone was finding it more difficult than expected to trap his thoughts inside his head. Whatever popped in there usually spewed from his mouth.