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 the fuck had gotten her so upset?
And what in the hell had gotten into her to make her switch into a soft and gentle person? Earlier, when we had left the club together, she had been nice, but not like this. Who she was right now was a completely different person from what I was used to. Frankly, it had me on edge, waiting on her to become her normal, bitchy self again.
“I’ve never seen anything like what I just saw go down out there,” she quietly spoke up, her eyebrows still drawn together in that cute way. Her blue eyes met mine. “Travis, what happened out there?”
I shrugged. “I blacked out.” Simple as that.
She didn’t say anything for a few minutes. It was a peaceful kind of silence. “I blacked out once when I was angry,” she said softly, her eyebrows pulling together even more. Fuck, she needed to stop doing that. It was making my heart clench for her. “It wasn’t too long ago, actually. Remember that kid Dewey was asking me about: Zachary Taylor?”
I nodded. What did he have to do with any of this?
“What happened?”
She sighed and bit her lip. “We were actually dating for a while; we had been for a couple of months.” I restrained myself from clenching my fists under the ice pack. Why the fuck did her dating someone else piss me off so much?
“The night that your guys kidnapped me, Zach had dragged me into an alley on our walk back to the clubhouse and tried to rape me.” She drew in a shaky breath. I was beyond pissed. Who the fuck would want to rape a woman, especially this beautiful woman currently sitting on my lap? “I was so scared, and I remembered my dad telling me to channel my fear into anger, and I would survive. So, that’s what I did. I got so mad, I blacked out. I remember coming to my senses, and he was laying on top of me with a chunk of glass shoved into his neck.”
Tears were running down her cheeks. I moved my hands from under the ice pack and reached up to wipe them away. I could deal with her being nice. I could deal with her being soft and gentle. Hell, I could even deal with her being a complete bitch.
Fuck, though, I couldn’t stand it when she cried.
“I don’t like killing people,” she whispered, her voice scratchy. “He was the first person that I ever murdered. I may threaten people a lot, but I would never kill them unless it was a life or death situation.”
I sat up and kissed her. The only thing I wanted to do was to wipe away her sadness. I didn’t like Katie being sad. Katie Holland was supposed to be the woman that got on my last nerve, not make me want to wrap her up in my arms and cuddle her until the end of our days.
The kiss quickly turned heated, and I coaxed her lips apart, kissing her hard. She moaned, wrapping her arms around my neck. It wasn’t long until our clothes were on the floor.
I had her laid back on the bed and was sucking and licking down her neck to her chest. She was squirming beneath me, and fuck, I loved it. I slid my hand over her flat belly to the junction between her thighs, groaning loudly when I felt how wet she already was for me.
Fuck, I never had a woman this turned on for me before in my life.
I dipped a finger inside, getting even harder when I felt how tight she was. I continued moving down her body, nipping her skin in all the right places, drawing those beautiful moans from between her lips.
Then, I was there, right where I wanted to be. I sucked on her clit, and her hips flew up off the bed, an unbidden cry flying from her mouth. I smirked against her wet cunt.
I loved having that effect on her.
I hooked her legs over my shoulders and continued my onslaught until she came in my mouth.
“Goddamn, woman, you taste so fucking good,” I moaned.
“Travis, please,” she cried.
Fuck me, I loved hearing her beg. Her begging sounded so innocent, and she didn’t even realize it. I relished in the fact that I was the only man she had ever been with.
I spread her legs apart and eased into her, stretching her walls. She came up off the bed, gripping my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. “Fuck!” she screamed.
I laid her back down, bringing my body down on top of hers, and began to move. I felt blood trickle down my back where her nails were digging into my skin, but I didn’t give a damn. She felt too fucking good wrapped around me.