Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“What do you feel for Luke?” I asked her.
“Honestly? I think I’m falling in love with him, but I’m not willing to put my heart on the line to be with him. He’s not big on responsibility; I know that.” She sounded sad about it. “He’s definitely not big on being responsible for other people. If it’s a job he has to do, he’ll do it—no questions asked. It’s why he’s Travis’s right-hand man and now his VP. But he’s shut off his emotions for so long that he doesn’t know how to express them except by being angry and controlling.”
I sighed, reaching over to gently take her hand in mine and squeeze it. “I just hope that you’re making the right decision, Amy.”
“Me, too,” she whispered.
I walked into the clubhouse, my arms laden with grocery bags. Travis and Luke were sitting at the bar in a heated discussion. Unlike everyone else in the room who had some sort of liquor, Travis was drinking a bottle of water.
He turned to me and smiled when he saw me. “Have fun?”
I nodded, walking over to him. He took the groceries from me and proceeded to kiss me. I looked around the bar and shook my head. “Letting them party already?”
Travis dropped a kiss to the top of my head as he stood to his feet. “I practically broke their backs with the amount of work that I made them do. We cleaned up all of the warehouses today and got them all organized. I think they deserve a drink for all the work they’ve done.”
I looked him over. He looked tired, so I knew he had gotten in on the labor, too—well, as much as he could with an injured shoulder. That was another good thing about Travis. He was willing to get out and work like a dog just like everyone else in order to make sure shit got done. After all, if you wanted something done right, you had to get up and do it yourself.
“Bottle of water?” I asked, nodding my head towards the drink.
“I lost my taste for drinking a couple of years ago. Now, it just makes me sick to drink it.”
I laughed. “Some biker you are.”
He rolled his eyes at me but smiled, nonetheless. “Luke and I will get the groceries and bring them to the kitchen. You and Amy can put them away.”
I nodded and followed him into the kitchen. He set the bags down before walking back out, smacking Luke on the back as he went to get the man on the move. As the guys brought in the groceries, Amy and I put them away.
The kind of food I had bought was exactly what these bikers needed to eat to start getting into shape and getting healthy. I mean, yeah, it was okay to have a greasy meal every once in a while or something like that, but they didn’t need to eat it every day. It wasn’t good for them.
By the time I was done putting the groceries away, I was exhausted. I trudged upstairs, telling Amy to tell Travis where I was if he asked after me. I really didn’t feel like being around all of the club members right then. This was my last night with Travis, and I intended to make the most of it while I could.
Figuring it would take him a little while to come upstairs, I grabbed the duffel bag off of the bed that I had bought that day and began packing some of my clothes to take with me when I went back home to the Bloody Royals.
All of a sudden, I felt myself get picked up and turned around. I squealed, wrapping my arms and legs around Travis who was laughing softly at me. He was using only one arm so he wouldn’t rip the stitches in his other one. I swear, his strength still astonished me. “You can pack tomorrow. Right now, I want you naked.”
He sure as hell didn’t have to say that twice. Once our clothes were on the floor, he laid me down on the bed and kissed me deeply, sliding on top of me. He pushed my legs further apart than they already were and sank deep into my warm, wet cunt. I moaned, throwing my head back. I knew tonight was going to be one hell of a long night.
He pounded into me. His mouth was all over my body as he relentlessly fucked me. I was moaning loudly, loving the brutal way he loved me.
When we came, he slid out of me and put his head between my legs, hooking my legs over his shoulders. “Travis, it’s still sensitive—”
I cut myself off with a loud moan as his tongue slipped inside my pussy, licking up all of my juices. “Travis,” I moaned out as he slid his tongue in and out of me at a speed that should have been illegal.