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)
Christ, I was so gone over her, and I’d barely known her a whole fucking day.
“I need a ride to a tire shop,” she told him.
He grunted, eyeing her flat tire. “I figured as much.” Sliding his phone from his pocket, he made a phone call in rapid fire Spanish, then ended the call. “I have someone coming to get the bike. They’re only a few minutes out. After they pick your bike up, we’ll go find somewhere to eat. They’ll deliver your bike to wherever we’re at once it’s repaired.”
She eyed him distastefully. “I’m not leaving my bike with someone I don’t know.”
“You are more than welcome to stand here on the side of the road and get hit,” he told her as he turned and headed back for his SUV. “Or you can be the smart woman I believe you to be and get into this SUV.”
“Nah,” I said, not liking the idea of her with any other man, even if that man was happy with another woman. “You ride with me.”
She curled her upper lip at me. “I’m not riding with you.”
My lips tilted up at the corners. “Mama, I think you forget who calls the shots here, and it’s certainly not you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Dictators aren’t my fucking thing, Blayke.”
I snorted a laugh. “They can be. In fact, I’d love it if they were.”
She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head in disbelief. “You have real bad luck when you’re thinking, don’t you?”
That time, my laugh was loud enough to pierce the air. “Christ, I really like you.” I patted my seat behind me. “Come on. I think food will help you calm down a bit.”
“Not having to deal with you would calm me down a lot more than food will,” she griped. But nonetheless, she moved forward, already pulling her helmet down on her head. Once she was behind me, she scooted forward and wrapped her arms around my waist, her slim thighs bracketing my hips and squeezing me. Alejandro pulled into traffic, and I easily fell in behind him, enjoying the feeling of Noah riding behind me.
She belonged there. The way she felt pressed against my back… it was right.
I just had to convince her she belonged with me. Not like that would be hard or anything.
I snorted at myself. Who the fuck was I kidding? Wearing this woman down was going to be a challenge. But damn if I didn’t love a good challenge.
6
Noah
It took about an hour for my tire to be fixed—barely even long enough for me to scarfe down the small meal I’d ordered. Alejandro had to order for me since I couldn’t speak a lick of Spanish, and he’d ordered me a burrito that was the best fucking burrito I’d ever had. Like holy fuck mini-orgasm in my mouth kind of good.
Even Blayke had let me be while I’d eaten. Had he squished me between him and the wall in the booth we were sitting in? Yeah, he did, but other than that, he’d left me alone. I didn’t one hundred percent know what to make of Blayke yet. He seemed to like having me around, and clearly he thought I was capable of being one of them if he’d pushed for me to be allowed to prospect—granted on a very short time frame, but I was being given the opportunity, nonetheless.
There was something about Blayke that called to me. He was a charmer, a jokester, and he loved riling me up. He didn’t take offense to anything I threw his way, and he just rolled with the punches. But despite his chilled out, very laid back demeanor, I could sense a darkness inside him lingering just beneath the surface. One that would be deadly if he ever released it from its chains and shackles.
I wanted to keep him at arms length. I had a goal. I wanted to become part of this MC, and getting tangled up with Blayke could ruin that for me. I didn’t want to just be some biker’s old lady. I had absolutely nothing against them, but I wasn’t the kind of woman to stay out of club business. I wasn’t afraid of getting my hands dirty, and I needed to be part of the action.
But fuck, the thought of getting tangled up with Blayke was exhilarating. And fucking tempting.
“You and Blayke will be up those stairs,” Alejandro said, pointing to a set of stairs off to the left of the fancy sitting room. Alejandro’s home was massive and way too big for just one person. But I’d taken one look at him back in the clubhouse in his Armani suit and shiny shoes and had known he liked to flaunt his wealth. This house was just more proof of that.