Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Wasn’t askin’, Stella.” He lifted a hand to stop her next argument. “You don’t gotta drive anywhere; you’ll be on the back of my sled.”
Her jaw shifted. Now she was working up for a fight.
“And I’ll drop you back off here in the mornin’ on my way to meet with Judge.”
“You told Cage you’re heading to Lycoming to meet with Rook.”
“Yeah?” He tilted his head.
She stopped him before he could ask. “Don’t even fucking go there, Trip. Don’t even. If you start questioning whether I’ve slept with every fucking guy in this town, we’re going to have a big problem.”
“You heard what I said.”
“Right. And not only am I not your ol’ lady, but I haven’t seen Rook since we were kids. When I got back to town, he had already started this last stint in prison. But I’m telling you now, stop asking.”
“Just—”
“Stop. I shouldn’t have to tell you this because it isn’t any of your fucking business, but I swear...” She blew out a breath. “I’m only telling you this so I don’t beat you over the head with a whiskey bottle. Understood?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
“Wipe that grin off your face, Trip. Or you can go the fuck home without me.”
“That mean you’re comin’ with me without a fight?”
“Right now, I’m on the fence. Don’t push me off it.”
He pinned his lips together to hide his smirk. “Okay. Hit me. Just not with the bottle.”
“I’m going to tell you this one time and one time only, so make sure you’ve got your listening ears on.”
Fuck, she was making it hard for him not to smile. “Got ‘em on.”
She stared at him for a moment, annoyance making her eyes two light blue flames. Her next words out of her mouth came slowly, like she was talking to some two-year-old who just got his ass in a sling. “I haven’t slept with anyone since my husband.”
He covered his smile with his hand. He’d already survived getting shot at once today, he wasn’t risking a second time.
She gave him a frown. “I can see your eyes crinkling at the corners. I know you’re smiling... Asshole.” She sighed and pushed away from the counter.
He body-blocked her and cupped her face, dropping a brief kiss on her pinned and flattened lips. “Thank you, baby.”
He hated to admit it but her confession was a huge goddamn relief. He didn’t want to be eyeing up every man who walked into Crazy Pete’s or every brother in his club, wondering.
He couldn’t help he was a suspicious fuck. His ex’s bullshit had planted that seed of doubt inside him.
Which reminded him, once again, they needed to have that talk. He needed to come clean about his prison time and why he landed there.
“Now,” she started, hands on her hips, “when’s the last time you slept with someone other than me?”
Oh fuck.
His breath was her breath. And hers his.
Their fingers were intertwined tightly, their clasped hands pinned to the mattress, sweat beaded on both of their foreheads, which were pressed together.
On his insistence, their eyes remained open and locked.
And that got him all the way deep down into his very soul.
He rocked his hips slowly, gliding in and out of her tight, wet heat. Hot silk that squeezed him every time he drove it home.
Home.
She was in his bed, in his home, and she felt like home to him.
Coming home couldn’t get any sweeter than being inside Stella. There was no place he’d rather be.
Especially having her whimpers and her cries filling his ears. Having her nails dig into his back and ass. Having her lips and tongue sweep along his skin. Having her thighs sandwiching his hips as hers tilted and met him thrust for thrust.
Goddamn perfection.
If he could, he’d never leave that bed, never let her leave it, either.
Last night he expected a fight when he told her to pack a bag as they closed up Crazy Pete’s. She didn’t even pause, didn’t argue. She went upstairs, grabbed a bag, came back down and, again without an argument, climbed on the back of his sled and wrapped her arms around him as he took her home.
Home.
She belonged on the back of his bike, too.
It was the first time she was pressed against him as they rode through town back to the farm, but it wouldn’t be the last.
“Trip,” she breathed.
“Yeah, baby?”
“You going to take all day?”
He snorted and stilled deep inside her. Tilting his hips sharply, he reminded her who was on top. “Goin’ too slow for you?”
“I’d like to come before I have to open the bar. Or I grow cobwebs.”
“You came when I ate your pussy and fingered your ass.”
“And?”
“And you got yours the way you like it, lemme get mine now.”
He was only fucking with her because he damn well planned on making her come again. This woman got as slick as shit, and when she came...?