Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
He grinned into the dark silky strands. They could help save the Earth by conserving water if they showered together. She’d more likely agree to join him if he made it a suggestion and not an order.
Fuck. He needed to stay on track. Sleeping together had definitely distracted him. Something they both had wanted to avoid.
“Since I planted a few seeds last weekend, let’s see if those have sprouted and one of the Demons comes to us first so we don’t gotta go to them.”
“Smart,” she said.
“Tell me somethin’ I don’t already know, woman,” he echoed her from earlier.
He couldn’t hear her soft laughter due to the din surrounding them, but he could feel her shaking with it before she pinched his arm.
He dropped his voice even lower so no one could hear him say, “As much as we need to be here, would rather be home fucking you.”
He barely caught, “We’re working.”
“Yeah, workin’ on gettin’ me hard as fuck, Kitten,” he said much louder, hoping he was overheard this time.
He slid his right hand up to clamp onto her left breast and gave it a rough squeeze. That move caught the attention he hoped it would. He figured he’d leave it there for a bit as long as Nova didn’t elbow him in the nuts.
When she didn’t complain, he took a quick sip of his beer, then held it out in front of her so she’d take it from him and as soon as she did, used his left hand to cup her pussy over her jeans while mouthing the word “mine.”
He got the reaction he was hoping for when more eyeballs turned their way. The interested parties could be watching them out of either curiosity or horniness. Since most bikers and their women were not shy and since Hawg Wild was full of them, he figured anything went.
His ultimate goal, of course, was to catch the Demons’ attention. With so many different club colors in there tonight, he needed to do something to stand out for them to notice. Other than telling Nova to get on her knees and suck him off. Something they witnessed right in this bar last Saturday night.
No matter what, they had time before he had to do anything more drastic to stand out since it was only eight and that was early yet for this type of drinking hole. Bikers tended to party later, longer and harder than the average bar goer. Evident from the nonstop hoots and hollers that rose around the pool tables and dart boards, shouts and cursing heard from various areas around the bar, along with loud, boisterous laughter and the occasional sound of breaking glass.
Yeah, this weekend was definitely rowdier. Tonight he noticed a lot of cuts from MCs he hadn’t seen at all last weekend, including the Rabid Dogs MC. An outlaw club from the western end of Maryland, well-known within the law enforcement community and flagged as extremely dangerous and volatile.
As they sat there waiting for their turn at the pool table, the chatter he heard was that most of the MC members in the bar were in the area for a poker run to be held the next day. But neither Fletch or Nova could catch what club was holding it and where.
It would be a good idea to get that info and if things didn’t work out tonight—or, hell, even if they did—they could join in tomorrow in hopes to rub shoulders with more Demons and possibly start gaining their trust.
Remaining on the stool with Nova sandwiched between his legs, he kept one hand possessively clutching her breast for a good half hour as they nursed their beers. Every few minutes, he’d strum his thumb back and forth over the pebbled tip without one whispered complaint from her.
He’d been prepared to spend most of the night at Hawg Wild, but with every minute that ticked by the crowd was becoming rowdier and louder. Because of that, he wanted them to be out of there before shit hit the fan and they both got splattered.
“Baby, go see how long before our turn, then go fetch me a cold fuckin’ beer,” he ordered loudly over the music.
She straightened, turned into him, gripped his face with one hand and gave him the deepest, dick-hardening kiss with lots of tongue. He lost himself for a few seconds until he remembered this was Kitten, not Nova, and realized she had only done it for show.
But before she could pull away to go do what Ghost instructed, a biker about half as broad as he was high bulldozed his way through a thick of people and headed in their direction with dark eyes pinned on both him and Nova.
Well now… Maybe the line he’d thrown out had landed him just the fish he was trying to catch.