Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
It wasn’t long before I could feel that telltale tightening, that tension in my muscles.
“That’s it,” Coast said, gaze on me. “Come for me.”
Just like that, the climax burst through me, stealing my breath, so the only thing that came out of me was a gasping sound as I fell forward into him.
Beneath me, Coast let out a curse, anchoring his arm across my hips, then starting to rock up into me. Slow at first, then faster and faster. Taking me from one orgasm and toward another at a breakneck pace.
“That’s it,” Coast said, voice getting tight. “Let me feel your pussy squeeze my cock.”
A needy whimper escaped me as he drove me right to that edge again, then sent me soaring over.
My cries were muffled with my lips against his shoulder as the waves crashed through me over and over.
Coast worked me through it before pulling my hips down hard as he surged up, then came with me.
I collapsed on him afterward, too weak to hold up any of my own body weight.
Coast chuckled in my hair, rolling us until we were both on our sides, but close.
His forehead pressed to mine.
“I figured that was the best way not to fuck up your hair and let everyone know we weren’t exactly talking up here.”
I chuckled and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling of the room that was going to be mine temporarily.
“I did actually want to talk to you about some things.”
“We can talk,” he agreed, folding up and standing beside the bed to deal with the condom, then fishing his clothes off the floor again. “While we eat,” he added, tossing me my clothes. “Trust me, you don’t wanna miss Eddie’s food.”
“He had me at ‘home-cooked meal,’” I agreed, feeling all loose-limbed and relaxed as I got back in my clothes.
“So, what did you want to ask?” Coast asked as we walked out into the hall.
“Well, board, first of all.”
“Board?”
“Rent?”
“Fuck that. No. You’re not paying fucking board to stay in my room. Get the fuck outta here.”
Was he brash and aggressively caring? Yes. But I found it almost unbearably charming.
“What else?” he asked as we went down the steps.
“Well, I was also wondering about the rules.”
“What rules?” he asked.
“Well, club rules,” I said as the guys glanced over.
“Well, for one,” Eddie said, snapping a pair of tongs between turning breakfast sausage patties in a pan. “No hooking up in the kitchen.”
Everyone turned to look at the guy I remembered being named Dixon.
“What? I didn’t know!” he said, throwing up a hand.
“It’s just plain unsanitary, man,” Eddie said, shaking his head as he started to pile food onto a plate.
“It won’t happen again,” Dixon said, looking a little pink in the cheeks.
“That’s for me?” I asked when Eddie passed me a towering plate.
“I hear you’re a ballerina, but I can’t have you leaving my table looking that skinny,” he said. “It’s an insult to the food.”
With a laugh, I took the plate. “Thank you. And I don’t really dance anymore,” I said. “Aside from for fun here or there. This smells amazing,” I added. Then, in a lower voice to Coast, “He won’t be insulted if I can’t finish all this, right?”
“Don’t worry,” Coast said, taking his plate, then pressing his free hand to my lower back to lead me over to the table. “Someone will clear your plate for you. I dunno if you’ve met everyone here. So, everyone, this is Zoe. Zoe, this is Dixon, Caymen, Kylo, York, and Velle. And that,” he said, nodding over toward where a man was sitting at the island, “is Jade’s man. Levee.”
“Where is Jade? I can take back Lainey so she can eat.”
“They’re in the back on a blanket looking at the clouds,” Levee said, eyes soft just thinking about his woman. “Your daughter sounds like an owl,” he added, eyes warm.
“She does,” I agreed. “I love her little hoots.”
“Got a good laugh, too,” Eddie added.
“That’s new. Just the past week or so. It’s such a great sound.”
The memory of Coast blowing raspberries on her belly and getting that laugh out of her made my heart go all gooey again.
“Gotta find me a honey to give me about five of ‘em,” Eddie said.
“Hey, she’s got a friend with three littles,” Coast said. “She’s a piece of work too.”
“How was Brooke?” I asked.
“Strapped.”
“What?”
“She said she wasn’t worried about any issues at the motel because she’s got guns to protect her and the kids.”
“Oh, wow. I… didn’t know that.” But, somehow, I could actually picture her knowing how to shoot. Hell, Brooke seemed like someone capable of anything she put her mind to.
“You gonna fill everyone in on these ‘issues?’” York asked.
“Huck wants to have church about it. Saves me from having to talk about it more than once.”
“I’m sorry to be… a pain,” I said, not quite able to look at any of them when I said that.