Page 51 of Property of Woods

“Then don’t walk away.Just maybe take a few steps back.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“It’s what we should do, right?I mean, this is crazy, isn’t it?”

“Take a breath.Sit down.Eat your food.And worry about everything else tomorrow.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Nothin’ worth havin’ is ever easy.”

“And this is what you want?To be with me?A woman you barely know that’s pregnant with another man’s baby.”

“We could be fuckin’ great.We could be a goddamned mess.Eat your food before it gets cold.I’m gonna shower.You can have it after me or you can join me.”

Woods leaves me with my thoughts, but what I really want is to not think at all.

I nibble on a chicken tender and scrape my spoon around the edges of the frozen drink.The shower comes on in the next room.My feet lead me there.To Woods.I find him undressed, gripping his cock, head thrown back, water dripping down his tattooed and muscular form.The sight of him is beautiful.Breathtakingly so.

Staring at him at this moment, all I know is I’ve never wanted anything more.

The cartel could show up tomorrow, guns blazing, and take all of this way.Take me away from him.End my life.

“You going to just stand there and watch, or are you going to join me?”

Life is too short to not reach out and grab real while you can.

So that’s what I do.

Stripped down and bared to this rough and growly biker, I reach out for him and hold on tight, hoping when he says he’s never letting me go, he means it.

Because I want this.Whatever we are.Fucked up and raw.Ugly.Broken.Real.Mine.

Warm water drips down him as I lather his body with soap.Every movement hurts, but I push through the pain for him.Dirt swirls in the drain.The fucked up day I’ve had washing away like magic.As if none of it happened.

We switch places, and he washes me in return, pausing over the small curve of my belly.

“Did they say how far you are?”

I shake my head.

“I’ll get you an appointment.I don’t want you to worry.I’m going to get the cartel off you and take care of Thad.”

“Take care of him, how?”

“I’m going to kill him.Does that bother you?”

“A normal person would say yes.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead.“Glad you recognize neither of us is normal.”

“Fuck, butterfly.You’re taking me so good.”Woods grips my hair as he slowly fucks my mouth.“Keep doing that,” he praises me.“My naughty girl.”

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest as I stroke the bottom half of his shaft and lick and suck the rest of him, doing my best to work every inch of him with my mouth.

I hum my appreciation of his thick and veiny cock.

All I want is to get him off.

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