Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
And how tight her pussy gripped my cock when she came apart beneath me, her body knowing exactly who it belonged to.
She wasn’t just soft.
She was mine.
And I’d burn the whole fucking town to the ground if anyone tried to take her from me.
She disappeared through the door to the kitchen with one last glance over her shoulder, her blue pools dancing with happiness and my chest clenched like I’d taken a hit point-blank.
I wanted to put that look on her face every day for the rest of our lives. Even when she wore my ring, my vest, my name, and carried my kid, it would never be enough. I’d prove to her every day that she belonged to me and do everything in my power to make her happy.
Forever wasn’t a concept. It was a promise. And even though she hadn’t known it, she’d agreed to exactly that the first time she smiled at me.
Mav clapped me on the back in that gruff way of his that meant he gave a shit, then went to the counter and ordered from Marcy.
I gave him a chin lift before heading back to the kitchen to tighten the loose bolt since I’d gotten distracted earlier. When I finished, I popped a quick kiss on Sadie’s luscious mouth, then returned to the front of the shop.
My stomach growled, so I looked over the pastries, trying to decide what to eat.
Sadie bounced back out of the kitchen with a tray of cinnamon rolls, and when her eyes met mine, my lips curled up into a wicked grin.
Her cheeks turned pink while her sky-blue orbs darkened to sapphire.
“Gonna need one of your cinnamon rolls, sunshine,” I murmured.
Her breath hitched, making my smile grow. She shook it off after a foggy second and shot me an admonishing frown. “Behave.”
My eyebrows shot up to my hairline before I burst into laughter. When my mirth died down, I noticed Sadie, Marcy, and the two other customers in the bakery staring at me like I’d grown two heads.
Their shock was understandable. Before Sadie, my personality was permanently locked in ”grumpy-as-shit motherfucker” mode, as Mav had said. Only my own personal sunshine dragged me into the light.
Sadie beamed at me as she put a roll on a plate and fixed me a black coffee.
“Let me know if these are as good as mine,” she said with a saucy wink.
I leaned in so no one could hear my deep, gritty voice except her. “Nothing in the world tastes as sweet as your pussy, sunshine.”
Sadie blushed tomato-red, making me smirk as I took my breakfast and went to find a seat. I chose a table off to the side, with a clear view of the entire bakery. While I stayed alert for anything suspicious happening around me, I set out the laptop I’d brought to get some work done.
Although I had a healthy bank account from saving during my years in the military and FBI, my investments had also paid off. Plus, I got a cut from certain MC income streams, so I wouldn’t ever be hurting for money. However, I still considered opportunities that came my way—usually consulting or teaching.
My eyes tracked Sadie for a few minutes before I focused on my email and saw a message from someone I’d met while teaching a few seminars at Quantico. He owned a security firm and hoped I’d teach a series of workshops at a retreat for his employees.
I wasn’t opposed to the idea, but when I saw the location for the event, I grinned.
Maui.
Thoughts of a hut on a private beach with my woman in a skimpy bikini—or better yet, naked—filled my head. I shot a reply to my friend, telling him I’d check my schedule but was definitely interested.
I managed to finish a few more tasks while watching Sadie. She fascinated me; even just the simple act of maneuvering around the shop kept my attention glued on her. Her movements were fluid and unintentionally sensual, and whenever she smiled at someone, my chest burned with jealousy. It wasn’t rational, but nor would it ever change, so I didn’t bother trying.
After we’d been there a couple of hours, my gut suddenly tightened when the bell over the door jingled. Glancing up, I scowled when I saw that little punk Austin saunter into the place with a cocky smile that said he thought he was God’s gift to women.
He must have felt my eyes on him because his head turned, and when he spotted me, his smile slipped and his steps faltered. But then he straightened his shoulders and turned away, once again headed to the counter.
Our gazes hadn’t clashed for long, but it was enough for me to see a spark of anger. And something a little darker. The kid set off all kinds of alarm bells inside me, but right then, I had no tangible reason. Still, I monitored him closely, especially when he came to a stop in front of Sadie and greeted her with a cocky smirk.