Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“Maybe.”
I grabbed her hand, leading her through the crowd past Thrust making out with his new chick. It’s not like him to bring someone around here, but this one she’s managed to be on his bike for a few weeks and more than enough parties to be getting comfortable.
Well, good for him if it could work out. I doubt it though. Our life wasn’t the kind for settling down.
We stopped near the side wall in the shadows before making it to my room on the backside of the clubhouse. The air was thick with sweat, weed, cigarettes, and perfume so strong my damn throat burned. Marie pressed into me, greedy and hungry.
“You’re wound too tight, Thrasher,” she whispered licking her lips.
“You got a fix for that?”
“Oh yeah,” she moaned before leaning into me. Her lips pressed to mine as she kissed me. Her hand slid under my shirt, her manicured nails dragging across the lines of my abs. I kissed her back, hard, sloppy, and deep, pinning her to the wall with my hips pressed to her and my hands tangled in her hair.
She tasted like rum now and moaned not hiding her lust. Her breath hitched when I bit her bottom lip, her fingers curling into the edge of my jeans. She began pulling, tugging like she needed me to take more.
I wanted to.
I was ready for a good fuck, a release, and a reset on a new day.
I even considered fucking her right here and forgetting my bed only twenty feet more down the hall.
I might have, if not for the bump. Again, what the fuck!
A slight nudge into my side before I felt the cold liquid on the denim of my jeans. Then before I could completely break away from Maria, it was a voice.
Small, horrified, and afraid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t uh, I didn’t,” she stammered.
My head snapped around, heat surging through me. She stood there, trembling with her eyes locked on mine.
I growled. Low. Dark. An ominous sound meant to make someone back off.
Her eyes went wide, full of fear and apology. She clutched the tray to her chest like it could shield her from the heat pouring off of me.
“Why are you carryin’ a tray like you belong?” I bit out.
“I was just trying to be helpful while I waited for my cousin,” she whispered.
“Only one way to be helpful around here, darlin’. Spread your legs or leave. Unless, you plan on joining us or taking Maria’s place in my bed tonight,” I explained with my voice quiet but sharp, “watch where the fuck you’re headed.”
Her mouth parted like she was going to speak, but Maria beat her to it.
“She couldn’t handle me, Thrasher, much less your big cock.”
Something flashed in her eyes before she stepped into our space. She was different. She had this fire. And I couldn’t stop the smile building in this rapid change.
“Or maybe you just couldn’t handle me, bitch,” she remarked with a new fire dancing in her eyes.
My cock instantly hardened at her brashness. What that mouth could do to a man like me, oh I would love to tempt the devil himself for some of that.
Before I could untangle my body from Maria, the mystery woman took off into the crowd leaving me wanting more than just answers.
1
MELODY
Four Months Before the party
Montana had this rare beauty to it. Big skies that went on forever, sun-drenched fields with crops that danced in the breeze, and snow-tipped mountains that could be seen in the distance like quiet Gods overlooking their people. Often I wondered if the beauty was a real illusion or my hometown was the only wicked place here.
There was a time, I used to think I had some fairytale life. The naivety of youth was certainly a magical thing. The outside world seemed like a place to fear. The mumblings of the adults talking about school shootings and crime rates in big cities were like reading a book, it simply couldn’t be real. Except it was and that knowledge fed the fear of the outside world. It all made this place sound like a sanctuary. Part of me longed to see the world, to be out of this bubble. Instead, I came from a place stuck in time, full of male dominated powers and tyrant rules.
All of it covered up in some elegant verbiage of eternity.
And there seemed to be no way to escape it.
I stood on the porch of the old farmhouse. The one I spent my childhood in with my grandparents watching over all of us—my siblings and cousins—while our parents worked.
The house now belonged to the church after my family was considered marked. Something both my grandparents went to their graves despising. My old school Mary Jane shoes crunched the gravel under me as I walked out into the front yard looking back at the home that used to feel like a safe haven. The chipped paint, sagging roofline, and busted windows were all reminders of how far down my family had come.