Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
We didn’t talk about it as the next few days basically went the same way—sex, meals, work, more sex, and sleep—because I somehow got the feeling that if I tried to make her discuss it, to talk about how much feelings were starting to grow, about how I didn’t really want this marriage to be only on paper anymore, she would panic.
And as close as we were getting, as much like a real couple as we were being, Tessa was still pretty tight-lipped about her past.
Sure, she mentioned her mom. Especially as we talked more about my own because she was visiting her. But Tessa seemed to choose her words very carefully, never mentioning biker clubs except as they pertained to her mother’s addiction. Hell, she never actually told me her mother’s name.
So as horrific as her mother was—and her stories made me want to track the woman down and give her a damn earful—I could only conclude that whatever her past involving the actual clubs and the men in it, was where the most significant amount of her trauma came from.
I wouldn’t pretend to say I knew a lot about how other clubs operated. This was my first one. But Riff and Raff always came back to Shady Valley with stories about the clubs they came across while driving from California to Florida and back again.
And, yeah, some of those places sounded like real hellholes full of true scumbags.
If that was the environment Tessa had been raised in, I could see how that normalized it for her, trapping her in a cycle of abuse because she simply didn’t know any better until she got herself out.
I knew she would tell me eventually. We hadn’t even known each other that long. We’d been intimate for an even shorter time than that. It was going to take a while for her trust to grow, to evolve.
And we had nothing but time.
Or so it seemed.
It wasn’t a visiting day for Tessa, so when I came out of the shower, she was dressed in her usual work uniform of biker shorts and a loose tee. Her aquamarine hair was pushed back with a headband. And for the first time, I noticed her roots growing in.
Light blonde.
I mean, of course, her hair wasn’t naturally blue, but it was so much a part of her at that point that I hadn’t really given her natural hair color a second thought.
“What—” she started. But then her head lifted, her gaze tracking over me, getting hungrier with each inch her eyes moved over.
A strange, choked little whimper escaped her.
Before I could even guess her intention, she was dropping her bag and keys right to the floor and making her way over to me.
I reached out, but before I could even touch her, she was lowering herself down on her knees in front of me.
“Babe…”
“You said when I want to,” she reminded me, reaching up to undo the tuck of my towel. “I want to.”
I couldn’t argue with her on that, now, could I?
She sucked me into her mouth, letting out a little moan as I slid in, the sound vibrating around my cock as her hand rose, toying with my balls as she started to move up and down my length.
“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, my hand going to the back of her neck as she worked me faster.
She was relentless, sucking with a single-minded determination, making my damn legs start to feel weak as she drove me right to the edge.
Then, before I could even insist that she stop, that she let me fuck her, she made the world go white as I came hard and fast, my legs shaking, a strangled groan escaping me.
Tessa swallowed down my release, sucking me slowly back up to the tip, letting her tongue tease around my head for a second before releasing me completely.
And when she looked up at me, it was pleasure in her pretty eyes.
“Now, I have to get to work,” she said, getting to her feet casually. Like she hadn’t damn near sucked the life out of me.
I didn’t know at the moment that I would spend the day panicking, wishing I’d forced her to stay home, that I’d pulled her into bed and worshiped every inch of her for hours until she was practically humming with pleasure, until she was all soft and sweet. Then tell her how I was feeling, how serious I’d gotten about her in such a short period of time.
Not knowing what was to come, though, I just… got myself dressed and headed to the clubhouse for church.
“This better be good,” Riff said as he scooped his and Vienna’s cat, Vernon, up off the cat tree. “Vienna is making something that smells like it might be better than Detroit’s lasagna.”
“I’ll keep this short,” Slash said, moving in front of everyone with three files in his hand. “We have four men getting out of the pen soon. I want your opinions on them.”