Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Look at me,” I whispered, needing to see her eyes. “I need to see you.”
Ada tilted her head to the side and looked back at me. Her gaze locked with mine.
I quickened my pace until we were both grunting. I circled her clit with my fingers while I fucked her with increasing urgency. I tried to keep my movements as gentle as I could, but there came a moment when I surged into her harder than I intended.
She didn’t complain. In fact, she urged me faster with her hand gripping my ass. Her other arm held her braced against the shower wall.
Ada screamed and I gave myself the mental okay to follow her over the edge. Her cunt milked my cock greedily, taking my cum deep inside her pussy. I held myself as deep as I could go for as long as I could. All too soon, my cock softened and I finally fell against her, trapping her body between mine and the shower wall.
“I love you,” she whispered against my lips. “I love you so much, Jag.”
“I love you too,” I replied, the words coming easier than I expected. “More than anything.”
We finished washing in comfortable silence, the urgency gone to be replaced by a bone-deep exhaustion. I stepped out first, grabbing a towel to give my body a cursory wipe down before getting a clean one to dry her. I wrapped the towel around her body before removing the now wet bandages on her wrists. It didn’t take long to rebandage them with the first aid kit under the sink. She leaned against me, swaying slightly with fatigue.
“Come on,” I said, guiding her to the bedroom. “We both need some sleep.”
“Yeah.” She didn’t move and I had to smile.
I picked her up and carried her to the bed. Shedding our towels, I tossed them to the floor before putting her in the bed and following her down.
We lay tangled in the sheets, her head pillowed on my chest, my arm wrapped around her shoulders. “I never had much to lose before,” I said finally, staring at the ceiling because I couldn’t look at her while admitting this. “Made surviving inside easier.” Ada remained quiet, listening. “But you,” I continued, my voice dropping to barely above a whisper. “Losing you would have destroyed me. Not just hurt. Not just fucked me up. Destroyed me.” I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “There wouldn’t have been anything left of me worth saving.”
Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining. She pressed her lips to my chest, right over my heart. “Then I guess I better stick around,” she murmured against my skin. “Because I’m pretty attached to what’s here.”
I brought our joined hands to my mouth, kissing her knuckles. The simple gesture felt more intimate than anything we’d just done. “There’s not much I wouldn’t do for you, Ada. Just tell me what you want and I’m there.”
She pushed up on one elbow to look at me, her eyes steady on mine as she gave me the most breathtakingly beautiful smile. “I know,” she said simply. “That’s one of many reasons I love you.”
“Love you too,” I whispered against her hair, the words feeling both foreign and inevitable on my tongue. “More than I know how to say.”
Ada nestled against me and stretched languidly with a contented sigh. “You don’t need to say it,” she assured me. “You show me every day.”
I would stand between her and any threat, always. Now, she was here in my arms, her heartbeat strong against my chest, and that was enough. More than enough. It was everything.
Chapter Fourteen
Jag
Several Days Later
The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor and up into my bones. The main hall of the Kiss of Death clubhouse had been transformed for Gunnar’s VP celebration. The bodies, booze, and fucking noise made me want to find the nearest exit. A weird mix of pot and cigarette smoke hung thick in the air, along with the scent of leather, beer, and whatever perfume the club girls were wearing. Through the haze, I could see Gunnar at the center of it all, accepting slaps on the back and shots of whiskey with equal enthusiasm. His woman, Pippa stood nearby with Knuckles, watching the new VP with unmistakable pride. Pippa also happened to be Knuckles’ daughter. Made sense he’d want his son-in-law to be his second. From what I’d observed, Gunnar was level-headed and knew this club inside and out. He cared about everyone around him, genuinely. And Pippa looked at Gunnar like he hung the moon. Gunnar looked at Pippa the way I knew I looked at Ada.
I pressed my shoulders against the wall, trying to make myself blend in. I liked every single member of this club, but not all at once. Prison chaos felt a lot different than the chaos here, but my body hadn’t quite caught up with reality yet. This much noise generally meant something just shy of a riot.