Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
The roll of her hips, the occasional lift and fall, taking me all the way in. Somehow it all equals the best feeling I've ever experienced, and I predict that it will only get better going forward.
I know I care for her. I know I need her in my life. I'm as aware of both of those things as I am that we don't really know much about each other, but it's as if our souls connected before our minds or bodies did, and those parts of us are just along for this wild ride, an afterthought of sorts, unnecessary for us to link together.
"Zara," I pant as her body starts to tremble.
I grip her hips harder, holding her in place while I lift my hips and press into her deeper, ignoring the scorching heat in my side at the effort.
Fire erupts in my veins, but it's the most intoxicating thing I've ever experienced as we jump over the cliff together, and as we lie there panting, her body covering mine, I realize I was a fool for trying to fight something so incredibly perfect in the first fucking place.
Chapter 40
Zara
"How do you keep them all apart?" I whisper, my face angled up to his ear.
Pax tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer. To most, it probably looks like a form of affection, as if he just can't bear the idea of any distance between the two of us, but I know differently. I know he hates gatherings like this. He isn't fond of even small groups of people, preferring to spend most of our time alone.
This gathering was at the suggestion of Kincaid, Cerberus MC founder and president of the original chapter in New Mexico.
We traveled back there a few weeks ago while Pax was still under strict orders from his doctor to take it easy. He grouched and grumbled when I assured the man that he'd spend every minute of his recovery obeying his orders. New Mexico was an eye-opening experience. There were ten times as many people there as there are that showed up tonight, and it seemed more like one huge family rather than people who work together.
I don't know if this East Tennessee chapter will ever transition into something similar, but with the way Pax and Jersey circle around each other even though they live under the same roof, I'm thinking if it ever happens, it's a very distant thing. I know those two men will come to blows at some point, and it has more to do with the flirting Jersey did with me at the bar than anything else. The man hasn't so much as looked my way since the night I was urged by Pax to come here mostly against my will.
We can laugh about it now, but I'm fairly certain the man was in the middle of an exhaustion-induced psychotic break. We're lucky it ended the way it did without him doing something he might regret.
"That one?" I ask, angling my head toward the table of food where the tall man stands.
"That's Echo," he says.
"I thought the ginger over there was Echo."
"That's Zeus."
I blow out a thick stream of air. "It's going to be weird living with people I don't even know."
"It's not an easy thing to get used to, but you tell me the second one of them makes you feel even slightly uncomfortable."
"It's not that I think it's going to be uncomfortable, but there's just a lot of angry testosterone around here. It's going to feel like a frat house."
"It won't," he promises as if his title of President of the Gatlinburg Cerberus MC chapter means he can control a rambunctious group of men.
"Really?" I ask, turning us so he can see Jersey and one of the newer people having a tequila shot competition. "They're going to regret that shit in the morning."
"They'll regret it a lot sooner if they let shit get out of hand."
I turn in his grip and press my palm to his chest. "You're going to have a stroke if you don't start letting some shit slide. They're just having a good time."
"You were just complaining about the men."
"I was saying it was going to take a lot of getting used to. I was an only child," I remind him.
It's what made losing my parents in a car wreck in high school also hard. I had no one. It was why I jumped in feet first with Billy at such a young age. I felt like I had no other choice and was terrified to try and build a life on my own. My parents were so in love, and I just wanted a taste of that. Ten years with Billy doesn't even touch on the last two months with Pax. I've felt his love every single second of every day, and although he's not the type to say such cheesy words, he shows it in the way he protects me, in the way he makes sure I have everything I need, in the way he needs me. I know I'm just as important to him as he is to me, and it's made a world of difference. It has made me realize I was missing something for a very long time, and I'm beyond grateful to have found it in him.