Chapter 19 #2
I almost felt like if anyone could see my nether region, they might realize that it’d never be the same again. I felt like I was a different person, too. Like I was this new woman who had seen the light.
“I’m fine,” I admitted. “Do I look different?”
He frowned. “Different how?”
I spread my arms out wide and said, “Like I was just fucked two ways from Sunday by a cock the size of my forearm.”
He shook his head, a small grin playing at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not that big.”
“You’re big,” I disagreed. “And you have a dick piercing. I’ve only read about those in books.”
He snorted. “What kinds of books are you reading?”
“The smutty kind,” I answered. “The kind where you have to turn them down when you get close to a drive-through so all those impressionable teenage ears don’t hear the characters fucking.
The kind where you squirm in your airplane seat and try to figure out if anyone can tell you’re in the middle of the dirtiest, raunchiest three-way there’s ever been.
The kind where you have to go take care of business when you’re in the middle of said scene. And maybe even at the end of it.”
His eyes were huge by the time I finished. “I think I might have to read this book…”
I grinned. “I’m not reading one in particular right now. Just in general. Those are the kinds of books that I like to read.”
He took my hand and pulled me close before saying, “You don’t look different.” His head tilted. “Unless you want to say you look like mine.”
My mouth kicked up at the corner as I said, “Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I squirmed in his arms. “I kind of like the sound of that.”
“These are some of my favorite quotes from my favorite authors,” I said after taking a quick sip of my beer, holding out my Kindle.
It was my second beer, but my fourth alcoholic beverage.
Denver, the president of the Dixie Wardens MC, had handed me a margarita the size of my head, and I’d finished that before I’d even grabbed dinner.
Another member, his name was Thumper, had offered me my next drink. A whiskey on the rocks that he bet that I couldn’t drink without grimacing.
Spoiler alert, I’d not only finished it without a grimace, but I’d enjoyed it.
I’d had to inform him that my dad had been a fan of single malt whiskey, and I’d always been able to steal some when I was looking for a buzz.
Now I was on the second beer after Gentry had handed me my first and my second one.
Somehow, the topic of my reading choices had come up again, which led us to here and now.
I was on Gentry’s lap, with my Kindle in my hand, showing him my most highlighted quotes.
“Which one?” Gentry asked, taking a sip of his beer, the long fingers of his left hand wrapped carelessly around the neck.
His right hand was around the back of my neck, his thumb sweeping across the pulse of my throat absently, almost as if he hadn’t been aware that he was doing it.
“Oh, this I have to hear,” Holly declared as she took a quick seat in Denver, her man’s, lap.
“What are we hearing?” Eddy asked.
Eddy was with Weaver across the fire from us, not sitting in his lap, but on the ground on a blanket between his splayed thighs. Her head was resting on his leg, and she had a huge mug of hot cocoa in her hands as she sipped it steadily.
Eddy’s sister, Nettie, was leaning a hand on the same blanket, a couple feet away from Boone, her man. Boone was holding their daughter, Margie, in his arms.
Odin and Constance were also there, along with Mable and Romeo.
Sorcha and Major had just left to go home with their passed-out grandkids, but Sorcha had given me a few reading recommendations before she’d left as well.
Apparently, all of us were avid romance readers.
And our men were eating it up.
They had no idea what kind of freaks their wives were.
“Let me see that.” Gentry paused, his eyes widening. “Is this seriously one of your favorites?”
I nodded.
“Read it,” Denver urged. “I’m dying over here.”
“That’s my wife!”
“Ohhhh!” Nettie nodded. “That’s one of my favorite lines, too. When he’s all snarly and mad, and he’s ready to take on the world for her. Him shouting out ‘That’s my wife!’ is God tier.”
“What else?” Gentry held my Kindle back out to me.
I found the next quote, and I swear I saw his ears turn pink.
“You’re serious.”
“Read it!” Weaver laughed jovially.
Gentry cleared his throat before saying, “I want you on your knees, ass in the air, hands on the headboard. Don’t move and take my cock like a good little girl.”
The women squealed in delight.
All of us but Nettie were drunk, so of course we sounded obnoxious when we did.
“You have a really great voice,” Ida Bell, Boone’s sister, admitted. “Have you ever thought about being an audiobook narrator?”
Gentry shook his head. “Next.”
I found him the next quote and sighed.
“I don’t want your money or your material things. I want your heart. I want your kisses. I want your time. I want the babies that you’re going to plant in my belly. I want your love. I can live without a car or a house. But I can’t live without you.”
“Awww,” the ladies cooed.
“Read mine,” Holly demanded, shoving her phone at Denver.
Denver took the phone as he was taking a sip of beer, then leaned forward and spit the beer into the fire.
“What the fuck!”
“It’s a monster romance!” Holly giggled. “I just read it last night. Read the highlighted portion.”
“Do it,” Thumper urged.
Thumper was one of the newest patched members. His buddy, Bells, had been sitting next to him grinning but not participating. He was probably terrified of having five drunk ladies’ attention.
“You will take both of these cocks, one in that tight pussy, and one in your ass, just the way God intended. You will be filled with my seed when I come, then you will let me drink it from you while I worship that pussy. When I’m done, I’ll keep my cocks in you all night long so that not a drop will spill.
By morning, you will be pregnant with my child. ”
I giggled, burying my face into Gentry’s neck.
He squeezed me tight and leaned to the side, his voice a raspy whisper as he said, “Do you ever think about having two cocks filling you?”
I shivered at the dark sound of his words.
“From the same man? Sure. From multiple men? No,” I admitted.
“It’s fun to read about, but I always feel like I’m attracted to the kind of man that’ll literally light the world on fire if another man touches his woman.
I’m not quite sure how a man like that would be okay with sharing his woman with another man. You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean,” he agreed.
“Read this one,” Holly ordered, skipping a few pages.
Denver looked down at Holly incredulously as he read the quote.
“I’m not reading this one,” he grumbled.
Thumper took the phone from Denver’s hand and stood up, clearing his throat before launching into it.
“Silas grabbed his woman by her hair, shoved her over the seat of his bike, and kicked her feet apart, spreading her juicy pussy in the process. He looked down at the prize that awaited him and thanked the gods above that this woman’s pussy was created.
Because, my god, was he ready to die between those thighs.
He wanted her to sit on his face and suffocate him. ”
Holly giggled, placing her hand over her mouth.
“You’re really good, too,” Ida Bell told Thumper.
He winked at her. “At your service. I’ll read any aloud just for you.”
Koen cleared his throat. “How about you go fuck yourself.”
Thumper grinned. “Why?”
Koen didn’t answer.
“What’s the story there?” I whispered into Gentry’s ear.
I’d seen Koen and Ida Bell together a lot at the campground I’d once stayed at, but there was no romantic relationship there. At least, I thought.
Maybe I’d missed something, though.
“Koen has a thing for Ida Bell. Ida Bell is completely clueless. Thumper just likes to stir shit,” Gentry answered just as quietly.
The way his lips brushed against my throat had me shivering.
“Oh, read this one,” Eddy ordered Weaver, shoving her phone practically into his eyeball when she thrust it up at him.
Weaver took it and read the passage.
“There you are, darling.”
“Do it again, but do it slower. In a Southern drawl,” Eddy pleaded.
Weaver scoffed, but did what she asked.
Eddy placed both of her hands on her overheated cheeks and squealed. “Oh, perfect!”
I hit the bottom of my beer and set the empty in the cup holder next to Gentry’s elbow.
My eyes started to close, and a smile was firmly in place as I listened to the men reading the women’s favorite quotes.
I was so stupidly happy.
I’d never, not once, smiled and laughed as much as I had tonight.
I’d had friends in high school. I’d gone to parties.
But none of them had been like this.
Not to mention, I’d never been able to cut loose like I had today.
I’d never experienced happiness like this, and it was a bit overwhelming.
“You gonna fall asleep?” Gentry asked as he ran his scruff along my hair.
I smiled and hummed, not answering.
There was a very distinct possibility that I would be asleep any second.
Warm, drunk and safe in his arms, I felt like the outside world couldn’t touch me.
Gentry wouldn’t let them.