Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
He finished his drink in a single gulp, then set the glass down and met my eyes. “You want to get out of here?”
The question was simple, but loaded. I nodded. “You have no idea.”
We stood at the same time. He let me go first, then put his hand on my hip as we moved toward the door. Outside, the night was cool, the breeze chilling my skin slightly. I could smell the city, the gas and smoke and summer sweat.
We didn’t talk. He walked me to my bike, then stopped. “My place?” he asked, like he knew the answer.
I smiled, letting my hair fall over my eyes. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He leaned in and kissed me, hard and sure, his tongue thrusting between my lips to stake his claim. I could have saved him the trouble because I was pretty sure he’d made his claim loud and fucking clear that first night. When we broke apart, I could see the hunger in his eyes.
“Get on your fuckin’ bike, woman. Or I’m gonna fuck you right here.”
“If that’s supposed to be a threat you missed the mark completely.”
Rocky barked out a laugh. “You fucking fascinate me, Wren.” His eyes gleamed in the darkness as he grinned down at me. He leaned in until his lips brushed my ear. “Race you there?”
The challenge in his words sent a shiver down my spine. This was one challenge I absolutely could not pass up. “Hope you can keep up, old man.”
I swung my leg over my bike and started her up. The vibration between my thighs didn’t help my current situation. Heat pooled in my pussy, making my clit throb and ache. Well. That problem could be fixed easily enough.
I revved the engine once before peeling out of the parking lot, the wind whipping my hair as I accelerated. Rocky pulled up beside me. I couldn’t help my smile. Riding like this always made me feel free. More than anything else in life.
Except for when I’d lain naked, sated, and protected in Rocky’s arms.
We rode together through the empty streets, me leading, him close behind. I’d meant for this to be an interrogation, a test, but the second his lips touched mine, I stopped caring about the Copperheads or the club or anything else but the way he made me feel.
Maybe I was reckless. Maybe I was an idiot. Hell, I knew without a doubt I qualified for both those designations, but Rocky had a pull, drawing me to him like a magnet. But, hey. At least I was honest.
When we reached his building, we parked and hurried inside. Rocky had my hand firmly in his grip as we took the stairs inside the foyer. Once inside his apartment, he shut the door behind us, threw the deadbolt, and looked at me. The heat in his gaze made my knees go weak, cliche as it sounds. I knew I should play it cool, stretch this out until I got what I wanted, but the second he reached for me, my resolve crumpled like tissue paper.
Rocky found my mouth with his, his kiss hungry and demanding. He pressed me against the door, one palm braced beside my head while his other hand curved around my waist, not restraining but holding me still while he kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers threading gently through his hair, drawing him closer.
“Missed this,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and hungry. “Never tasted anything sweeter.”
“Missed your kiss too,” I heard myself say, then bit his lip to cover it up.
He growled. A real, feral sound that sent a shock straight to my clit. He lifted me, spinning us until my ass landed on the narrow table next to the door. I spread my legs and he stepped between them before pulling me closer to the edge so I felt his cock pressed against me through our jeans.
Before I could lose myself, Rocky pressed his forehead to mine and held me. My breath came in ragged gasps, mirrored by his own deep respiration.
“Why’d you stop?” My voice sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Had I not already known I was in over my head, I knew it now. If Rocky kept kissing me, I’d do whatever he wanted. Pay any price. And I couldn’t afford to lose myself like that. Betraying Ghost would kill something inside me. I’d probably already gone too far, but at least this way I could keep the club out of my mess. Once I at least had some of my questions answered, I could take the information to Ghost and he could let the club do a more thorough investigation. But not until I knew for sure the situation needed to be escalated. I wanted there to be nothing to find, but was under no illusion I could spot any deception he didn’t want me seeing.