Page 29 of Bounty
Was she—
Fuck me! Had Lennon read this bullshit? Had Effie? Yes, and probably. A slight weight lifted off my shoulders. If they hadn’t had a problem or saw the obvious, then I was overreacting.
Fuck it. It was Daria’s goddamn book. I hadn’t bought it to pick it apart or even to learn about Moose. I’d bought it to help me smooth things over with Effie.
Sighing, I stretched out on the bed, pretending I didn’t notice the lingering scent of Effie’s body wash on my pillows, and opened the book.
I’d never seen a more beautiful man. His head of chestnut brown hair fell to his waist, and I longed to run my fingers through that living silk. His smooth, youthful face reminded me how many years separated us. I’d never pictured myself as a cougar, but I fell head over heels the moment I met him. For the first time since my divorce five years ago, I realized it was the right decision. It hadn’t been mine and I’d begged Linx not to leave me. I’d begged him to come back. Essie, Candi, and Holt sided with me…
Scowling, I snapped the book shut.
Linx, Essie, Candi, and Holt? Was she shitting me? That was too fucking close to Lennon, Effie, Cassie, and Heath for my fucking comfort.
Goddamn it!
The novel felt hot and heavy in my hand. I wanted to pitch the motherfucker against the wall and never open it again. No, I wanted to bleach my brain and forget what the fuck I’d read.
Effie, I reminded myself. I was doing this for Effie.
I’d tear off the bandage and skip to the romance. Probably chapter two or three. Generally, the first chapter or two set up the meet-cute, yada, yada, yada.
His tongue speared into my juicy pussy, and I threw my head back in ecstasy, riding his face and screaming. My needy clit brushed against his nose, and I rode him faster. I squeezed my nipples past the point of pain, lost in his tongue bath.
“Moose!” I cried, grinding harder, near a catastrophic explosion. I’d never been so fucking wet. I’d never wanted to suck a man off and swallow every drop of his cum as much as I did Moose.
Jesus Christ. The woman was fucking insane.
I didn’t want his pussy eating to end, but I’d die from the pleasure if he didn’t stop, and I refused to end it until I came all over his face. He slid two fingers up my asshole, and I shattered. My pussy gushed, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I wailed. I fell to his side, my entire body trembling. But my man, my big bad biker babe, didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath.He stretched his long, muscular frame over little old me, parted my thighs, and slammed into me.
I tipped my head back and keened in ecstasy.
“Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” I snarled, the animal in him bringing out the one lurking in me. “Fuck this pussy raw!”
Long, rough fingers grabbed my ankles and shoved them above my head. His big, thick cock buried balls deep in my hot hole, stretched me.
“Whatever you want, darlin’.”
His Southern accent was—
His Southernwhat?
Fuck. I was getting what I deserved, not reading the books she always gushed about. Not only would I have to bring out my inner Southern boy, but I’d have to talk to a woman who longed to fuck me while claiming she wanted to set me up with her daughter. One of her daughters. I’d already hooked up—
The ringing phone interrupted my spinning mind. I threw the novel aside and snatched my phone from the nightstand, smiling when I saw ‘Dad’ on the screen.
“We’re good?” I asked once I answered. No need for pleasantries. I knew why he was calling.
“Negative,” Dad said gravely.
I shot into a sitting position. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“They want the fucking money back, son. Riker told them to fuck themselves. He’d already paid them that fucking bounty on your head.”
Jesus Christ. “Riker is going to demand blood from me.”
“Someone else’s,” Dad said. “Yours will still be in your fucking body, so look on the bright side.”
“What fucking bright side? I’ve worked hard to stay out of Riker’s path as much as possible.”
