Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“Early bird catches the worm.” Dodger waggles his brows, and Podge’s throaty laugh makes him cough. “We have a pickup at Dolls and Poles.”
“Don’t let any of those bitches play with your worm or the only thing you’ll be picking up is the clap.” I shudder, taking the fish from my bag.
“Worth it,” Dodger howls, climbing onto his bike.
“I’ll deal with these and update my old man,” Callan informs me, taking off before he even finishes his sentence.
Dodger and Podge rev their engines and cruise past me with a salute. “Have fun, you dirty bastards,” I call out.
Heading inside, the club is quiet aside from the soft thrumming of music and groans of pleasure coming from an open bedroom door.
I’ve seen way too much of Green’s ass for a lifetime.
My boots pound the route to Kitty’s room, and I knock this time, waiting the few seconds it takes for her to open the door. She’s a light sleeper—unless she pounds beers all night, then she sleeps like the dead, mouth agape, dribble on her chin. And fuck me if it still didn’t turn me on. “No,” she says, swinging the door open and immediately pushing it back. I put my boot in the space, preventing her from closing it fully.
“Fuck off, Cutter. No, you’re not doing this to me again.” Her voice is deep with sleep, stroking over me like unraveling silk. “Why do you do this?”
“Do what?” I fucking know what but I want to hear her say it.
“Make me so drunk on you that I forget all the ways you hurt me.” Fuck, that’s not what I thought she was going to say. “If I let you in, are you going to stay?”
“No.” I didn’t come here for this and don’t like the pressure weighing down my chest at her words, at her pained features. Fuck, this was a bad idea.
“You have to stop making a fool out of me.”
“You’re not a fool.” I am.
“Yes, I am.” She squeezes her eyes closed. When they open, torment shines back at me. “I’m a fool begging a man who doesn’t want me to choose me. Love me.” She swallows, her cheeks flushing bright pink.
Just say it. I want to tell her I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone—anything. That I want to punch a fist through my chest to stop it from aching to be close to her. That I know her scent, her taste, the map of her body, sound of her voice, her laughter, her soft moans when she comes, the gasps of breath that escape her when I thrust inside.
My breath comes in heavy pants. I stare at her, the words on the tip of my tongue, not finding sound.
My silence burns everything between us. Soot fills my mouth. “Take this,” I say, shoving the bag with the fish darting around inside at her.
A tear leaks down her cheek as she wraps her arms around the bag without even questioning what the fuck I’m doing with it. I finally broke her.
“I hate you, and I hate myself for hating you,” she croaks, slamming the door in my face.
Placing my palm on the wood, my head dips, and I finally find the words.
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER 11
NOT FOR YOU
CUTTER
I slept the entire day away, waking as the sun was setting and the noise in the club became too loud.
Taking a shower and stroking my cock to thoughts of Kitty had become a ritual over the last year. I took an extra-long shower tonight before getting dressed and necking half a bottle of whiskey. Now, I’m leaning in the doorway of the club bar, not an ounce of party spirit in me.
An atmosphere of power and strength emanates through the room as brothers flood the compound for the party.
Bare tits and asses bounce all over the place, strippers, club sluts, and normies all wanting to ride a big, bad biker before running home to their vanilla lives. The bitches outnumber the brothers tonight. And there, among the flesh and leather, is Kitty, singing her favorite song at the top of her lungs.
The music blasts around the room, reverberating off the walls and rolling across the floor. Clouds of smoke fog the air, getting everyone high on the mix of nicotine, blow, alcohol, and lust.
All I can focus on is her, and as much as she tries not to, her eyes drift to me too many times to count.
I did this to myself—to us. I don’t want to know what it’ll be like to live in a world where she’s not creeping into my bed at night. Is this what it feels like to have the sky falling?
My jaw clenches when a young brother joins her, singing and swaying as she dances, carefree and intoxicated.
Diamond shimmies through the crowd, holding a tray of bottles. Hands reach out, depleting her stock. “How’s the head?” she puffs out, handing me the last one.