Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“You can’t know that.” Her voice was no more than a whisper, but she wanted exactly what I’d described with every fiber of her being. I could see it on her face as clearly as if she’d admitted it out loud.
“I can.” I put as much force in my voice as I could. I absolutely needed her to know I meant every word I said. “Now. Are you gonna argue with me or are you gonna come on my cock?”
My words seemed to flip a switch inside her. She did indeed come, her eyes wide with shock as her pussy squeezed my dick in a vicious grip. I caught her surprised cries with my kiss, relishing how her untried body willingly gave me what I wanted.
Lemon was a fighter, but in this, she surrendered. Which told me she trusted me. And that was something I would forever treasure and never take for granted.
Chapter Eleven
Lemon
This is the place I’d wanted to be for over a year. Since the first time I’d had time to observe Rocket and how he conducted himself. I still had questions he was going to have to answer, but I wanted this time before we got down to the serious conversation I knew had to follow. I was also very aware that he was inside me. Without a condom. And I wasn’t broken up about it.
After the orgasm pulsing through me began to ebb, Rocket started to move again. This time with more vigor. He’d been giving to me, and now he was taking his own pleasure. I was eager to see what he looked like when his own orgasm overtook him.
His eyes locked on mine as he began to pick up the pace. He plunged deeper into me, pulling my hips closer to him with each thrust. I could feel his heart pounding against me, and his breath coming in short bursts. His body tensed, and I could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine in more heated kisses. His hips moved faster and harder, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, urging him on, eager for him to come inside me and solidify this thing between us.
I knew there was a battle ahead, one I absolutely had to win. Not because I cared about this fucking club. As far as I was concerned, Grim Road could suck ass and swallow. But I would not lose Rocket because his club refused to back him up. It was my obsession with this man, something I wasn’t quite ready to call love but knew was damned close, that drove me to do everything I could to protect him. Even if it was from his brothers. Especially if it was from his brothers.
With a deep groan, Rocket held himself as deeply inside me as he could go and came. Pulse after pulse of hot seed seared me inside. Cleansed the last drop of blood in my heart that tried to hold out from falling completely under his spell. I knew I had to be all in for this to work, but I was afraid he’d take me over completely. That I’d be a shell of the woman I’d fought so hard to be.
The room was filled with an intense warmth as the smell of our lovemaking hung in the air. I savored the moment, the tender caress of his skin against mine. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rocket pulled away and rolled off me. He scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom where he cleaned us both. Neither of us spoke, as if he were putting off the coming talk as much as I wanted to. I knew the conversation to come next wouldn’t be pleasant, but it was past time.
It seemed like everything around us was conspiring to keep us from talking about the elephant in the room. Time passed like a serpent slithering through the grass, and my heart became more and more entwined with Rocket’s even as I wasn’t sure I could handle being in his world. The club, Grim Road, was a shadowy presence that cast long, ominous fingers over our lives.
OK, that was a bit of a melodramatic description, but I was good and pissed at every motherfucker in this place. Even Rocket, though I could now admit there was no way to deny myself being with him as long as I could.
When he’d cleansed us both, he braced his hands on the vanity beside my hips. “What the fuck am I gonna do with you, Lemon?”
I stiffened and felt the blood rise to my face.
“You don’t have to do anything with me,” I snapped, shoving at his shoulders. “Move, you bastard.” I tried to ignore the way my heart gave a painful jerk.