Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 197(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Aubrey screamed as she unraveled beautifully beneath me, trembling as her climax overtook her.
I threw my head back and roared as my orgasm barreled through me and my cock detonated, shooting jet after jet of hot come into her unprotected womb. “Fuck, sunshine. That’s it, take it all.”
Eventually, I captured her mouth again, kissing her as we floated slowly back down and I savored the feeling of her body shuddering softly beneath mine. When she finally stilled, eyes half-lidded and heavy with satisfaction, I rolled over and wrapped her up in my embrace. Then reality began to seep back in. “Shit. You’re not gonna be able to fucking walk now.”
Aubrey giggled and buried her face in my neck.
“Worth it,” she whispered, making me chuckle.
I kept her tucked against me for a while, neither of us in a hurry to move. However, we both had shit to do today, and reality ultimately forced its way back in and got us up and moving.
Somehow, I managed to only make her come with my mouth in the shower, rather than fucking her up against the wall like I’d been tempted to. But I’d seen the slight winces she was trying to hide when she walked.
You’re a bastard, Blitz.
I knew it was true but still couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile off my face after her screams bounced off the tiles.
I took her home to get ready for class, but stopped her with a hand on her knee before she got off my bike. “Be back after work to take you to dinner. Pack a bag.”
She blushed, but shy happiness spread across her face as she quickly nodded, like there would never be another answer.
Over the next several days, Aubrey spent every night at my house. We never discussed it outright or sat down and formally decided anything. It just happened.
I’d be there to pick her up at her place after nannying or classes, and more often than not, she’d step out of the apartment with an overnight bag already packed.
And I helped the process along without her realizing. Each time Aubrey returned briefly to her apartment, I’d casually suggest she bring something else over—always something practical and necessary.
The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on me. I’d started this whole thing with a carefully constructed plan designed specifically to use Aubrey for my own agenda. Now, I found myself rearranging every aspect of my daily life around her presence. Her belongings scattered throughout my house were clear evidence of just how completely I had shifted. Where I’d once planned carefully calculated revenge, I was now busy figuring out ways to make sure she felt comfortable and secure in a home I no longer thought of as just mine.
At the clubhouse, the changes in me hadn’t gone unnoticed. My brothers had started giving me subtle glances and raised eyebrows, noticing how infrequently I stayed overnight there anymore, and how quickly I seemed to vanish as soon as my club business was finished for the day. They didn’t miss the shift in my mood, either. My usual calm, approachable demeanor had turned edgy, impatient, and irritable anytime I wasn’t with Aubrey. More than once, I caught myself checking my watch or pulling out my phone, tracking the minutes until I’d see her again. I wasn’t fooling anyone, and the Kings weren’t exactly subtle about their suspicions.
Edge, in particular, was the first to openly give me shit about it. One afternoon, when my mood had soured after spending a longer-than-expected day away from Aubrey, he shot me a smug grin across the bar counter, leaning back casually on his stool as if he had all the time in the world to observe my discomfort. “You’re a real joy to be around lately, brother. You know, if I had to guess, I’d say this shitty mood of yours is all about a woman.”
I shot him a look that would’ve silenced anyone else, but Edge just met my glare with an easy, infuriating smile.
“Go fuck yourself,” I muttered irritably.
Instead of being offended, his grin only widened. He raised his glass in a mock toast.
“Thought so. About damn time someone knocked your carefully organized world off kilter.”
It annoyed me to no end that he wasn’t wrong, and he knew it. Edge chuckled to himself, clearly satisfied he’d gotten under my skin, and turned back to his conversation, leaving me standing there silently stewing.
Kane was quieter about it, but no less perceptive. I’d catch him watching me with an assessing look. Our prez had always been able to read people effortlessly, and he’d clearly gotten my sudden shift in priorities without needing me to explain it.
He hadn’t said anything yet, which should have made me relax, but somehow it only ratcheted up my tension. Kane Beckett didn’t act hastily or without reason. If he was holding back, it was because he’d already figured out more than I’d intended him to. I knew eventually I’d have to face that conversation, but I was willing to let it remain unspoken for as long as possible.