Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“You got it, Prez.”
Hawk and Shotgun stayed behind to take care of Gary and the Pink Pony, whereas Lynch took Viper and me back to the clubhouse with the girls. Aubrey didn’t budge as I took off my cut and wrapped it around her. I looked over to my brothers and knew I had them to thank for getting Aubrey back to me, safe and sound. I’d made a lot of mistakes in my life, but becoming a Ruthless Sinner wasn’t one of them.
Aubrey
It had been two weeks since Gary had kidnapped Mazie and me, and while I was still a little shaken by what had happened, I was coming around. Doc had taken good care of me at the clubhouse and made sure I didn’t have any adverse reactions from the drugs Gary had given me. I still didn’t remember every detail of what happened after he’d drugged me, but I remembered enough. I remembered him threatening to kill Mazie if I didn’t take off my clothes, and even under the haze of the drugs how mortified I was by the thought. I remembered barely being able to function when he made me dance on his stupid stage while he forced Mazie to give him oral sex. I was completely horrified by what was happening at the time but was too out of it to fight him—not that I could have fought him while he was parading around with that gun in his hand.
It was a horrible experience, there was no denying that, but I was trying to put it all behind me and move on. It wasn’t easy. There had been plenty of nightmares and bouts of crying, and it didn’t help matters that Jared was treating me like some delicate flower. He’d been hovering over me, making sure I was okay every second of the day, and while it was endearing and sweet, it was making it difficult to get back to my old self. I’d tried to convince him that I was fine and that he didn’t have to tiptoe around me and take care of me, but he wasn’t hearing it. He seemed intent on tending to my every need, so I decided it was time to show him what I really needed.
Jared was in the kitchen getting things together to make us both a bite to eat when I walked in and took him by the hand. Without saying a word, I led him back to the bedroom. He was what I needed. He was the only one who could take the memories of that night away once and for all. I stopped when I reached the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt. He looked down at me and asked, “What are you doing?”
“I’m undressing you.”
Concern marked his face when he realized what I was up to. “But are you sure you’re up for this? It’s only been—”
“Yes, Jared. I’m sure.”
“But—”
“I want you to make love to me. I want you to make love to me long and slow. Make me forget about Gary and what he did—make us both forget,” I pleaded, removing his shirt from his shoulders. As soon as it dropped to the floor, I lowered my hands to his waistband and began working on the buttons of his jeans. “Can you do that for me?”
“Baby, I’ll give you anything you need. You know that.”
There was an edge to his voice, raw and deep with need, and I knew without a doubt he wanted this just as much as I did. “I just need you. Just you. That’s all I’ve ever needed.”
His eyes were filled with hungry anticipation as he watched me slowly lower his pants to the floor. I carefully eased his boxers down below his waist and gave him a gentle push, letting him know that I wanted him on the bed. Doing as I’d asked, he sat down and watched me ease my t-shirt over my head. After I threw it to the side, I untied the drawstring of my sweatpants and let them pool at my feet.
“You are so fucking incredible.” I could feel the tension radiating from him as his eyes drifted across my body. “You’re mine. All mine.”
“And you are mine.”
I slowly lowered myself between his legs and took him in my hand and stroked him before I brushed my tongue down the length of his long, smooth shaft. A deep hiss filled the room as I took him in my mouth. I continued to move my hand along Jared’s length, feeling it grow harder and harder with every twist of my wrist, nipping and sucking every inch of him as his moans filled the room. His hands fisted the back of my hair as he guided me, showing me the rhythm that he wanted. My knees trembled with excitement when I felt the muscles in his legs tighten, and I knew he was about to come.