Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Why the hell do you call me that?” I asked, frowning. I’d been letting it roll off my shoulders because I honestly liked hearing him call me that… for whatever reason. It just didn’t make sense to me that out of all the pet names he could’ve chosen, he chose that one.
He shrugged one shoulder. “You’re fine as fuck, Noah. But also, you’ve got this vibe about you that screams you’d mother every single one of us if we stepped out of line. Hell, you even stood toe to toe with Johnston. I don’t even think I’ve seen his own wife talk to him the way you did. Mama just fits. At least, in my head, it does.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ain’t much up in your head though, Blayke.”
He cracked a grin that made him look boyish rather than the rugged outlaw I knew he truly was. “There’s lots up in my head, mama. I can tell you about them if you want.” The wink he added after told me all I needed to know about what he was fucking thinking.
I scoffed. “A bunch of fucking marbles, maybe.” He barked out a laugh. “Do women really fall for your charming bullshit?”
He snorted. “My charm is not bullshit. And I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had to try to charm a woman out of her pants or her skirt or whatever the fuck she may or may not be wearing. Panties tend to just drop around me.”
Closing my eyes, I sighed and shook my head. God, he was so fucking cocky. “You’re so full of shit, a porta potty on a construction site is jealous.”
His laugh was loud and boisterous, and it filled me with a warmth that I really needed to ignore. I couldn’t soften toward him. Not yet. “If I wasn’t standing right in front of you, I’d think you had a book full of comebacks that you flip through.”
I feigned a pitying look. “Does my intelligence and wit insult you, Blayke?”
His grin didn’t even waver. “Nah, mama.” He slid a hand down his chest, and fuck me, I tracked it, my breath hitching in my throat. When he hooked his thumb in the band of his boxer shorts, teasingly tugging it down just enough that I saw blonde curls, my mouth ran dry, and for a moment, I couldn’t remember how to breathe. His cock was tenting the front of his boxers, and fuck, it looked impressive. “Your intelligence and wit turn me the fuck on.” He released his band with a pop and took a step back, now standing in the entrance to his room. “Go get some sleep, Noah. Goodnight.”
With that, he turned, giving me his broad, tattooed back, and shut the door, leaving me alone on the balcony…
And goddamn him, my panties were soaked.
9
Blayke
Inever thought I’d be the kind of man to be wrapped around a woman’s finger, but within a mere couple of days of knowing Noah, she had me running after her like a fucking puppy. That woman could tell me to drop to my knees and crawl for her, and I’d do it while barking if that was what she wanted. I was nothing more than her loyal dog, and I wasn’t even ashamed of it.
Johnston had another thing coming for him if he thought he was going to run her off. Because I wanted her with the club. I wanted her with me. And I knew she’d never settle for just being my old lady—not with that ball buster attitude she had that I absolutely fucking adored. Nah, if she wanted to be a patched member of the Satan’s Worshippers MC Mother Charter, I’d make sure she got her wish, no matter if I had to butt heads with Johnston over it or not.
I groaned as I pictured her leaning against the balcony railing, that unamused look on her face. She was so goddamn hot. Most men would be turned off by her unimpressed attitude and how much she seemed to hate all of us, but it just turned me on. I loved a challenge, and she presented me with a hell of one. And I knew when I finally got Noah right where I wanted her, my reward was going to be so fucking sweet.
I wondered what she’d do if she knew I was jacking off to thoughts of her. In my head, she wasn’t even naked. She was fully clothed, moody as fuck, and snapping at me in that oddly melodic yet raspy voice she had. And that was how I knew I was royally fucked when it came to her. Fucking gone. Because I didn’t even have to picture her naked to get off. Noah as a whole just fucking did it for me.
I gritted my teeth, swallowing down my moan as my cum shot all over my stomach and chest and coated the top of my fist. My thighs tensed, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Goddamn. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cum that fucking hard. I needed to get up, go into the bathroom, and clean myself up, but my limbs were all loose, and I was too fucking relaxed and sated.