Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
My mom bitched at me for leaving water all over the bathroom floor? Dad’s on my back about mowing the lawn like I’d promised a week ago? That was the extent of my experience.
I didn’t especially want to go to Francesca’s birthday Friday, but I still found myself headed over to pick up Harper and take her to the new house. When Dad had mentioned the party, Harper’s entire face had lit up. I hadn’t had the guts to tell her that she should go without me, not when she was so excited to see everyone.
“You look pretty,” I greeted as she strode out of the house.
“I couldn’t wear a dress since we’d be on the bike,” she complained.
“You could drive.”
“Then I wouldn’t be able to drink,” she countered, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Plus, I haven’t shaved my legs in at least a month.”
“Who cares?”
“Don’t ever change,” she ordered with a smile.
It was always a funny sight to watch my nerdy as fuck sister casually yanking on a bike helmet. She looked like she should be driving around some kind of electric Smart car, but she’d grown up on the back of a motorcycle.
“This helmet sucks,” she called out, her voice muffled.
“Ma would kill me if you didn’t have a full face guard.”
“It presses my glasses against my cheeks,” she informed me as she climbed on the back. “It’s fucking annoying.”
“Big girl words,” I joked in mock surprise, making her jab me in the ribs with her thumb.
“Get a move on so we can get there, and I can take this thing off.”
“Stop whining.”
The ride to Lou and Frankie’s new house didn’t take long. Most of the club and their kids lived within fifteen minutes of each other in any direction, and Tommy kept his rental houses in that general area, too. He said he didn’t want to drive an hour to do maintenance when something inevitably when wrong.
“Oh, it’s cute!” Harper called out when the little blue house came into view, a couple of people standing out on the front porch. I just nodded.
I was pretty sure the boyfriend the boys had been discussing was watching us pull up. I couldn’t see anything wrong with him beyond the tight way he held his body. He didn’t look happy, and neither did Francesca.
Her eyes followed us as I parked. There wasn’t a lot of room, but thankfully, there were mostly just bikes parked out front, and it was easy to nose in between them. The boyfriend was saying something that we were too far away to hear, but she didn’t seem to be paying him any attention.
I stayed put while Harper climbed off, my gaze on Frankie.
“Cute house,” Harper called as she took off her helmet. “I love it!”
Frankie’s body visibly relaxed. “Harp! When the hell did you get back? Wait until you see the inside!”
Harper jogged toward them, but I took my time removing my helmet and making my way toward the house. By the time I got there, Frankie had pulled Harper inside and only the boyfriend was left on the porch.
“I’m Scott,” he said, sticking out his hand.
“Gray,” I replied, shaking it.
He gripped my hand tighter than was comfortable, but I ignored it. I wasn’t playing that game. Not only did I work with my hands and could crush the bones in his hand if I’d wanted, but I was also comfortable with the size of my dick and didn’t need to swing it around.
“Everyone’s inside,” he said, jerking his head toward the door. “Beer is in the coolers on the sun porch.”
Like he fucking lived there.
“Good to know,” I muttered, going inside.
The place was packed. There were people spilling out of the kitchen, sitting and standing around the living room, and talking loudly on the sun porch.
“Well, fuck me,” Rumi called from his place on the counter in the kitchen. His wife Nova was standing between his spread knees. “Gray’s here.”
I made my way through the crowd.
“Here,” he said, reaching into the sink and pulling out a beer. “Didn’t want to have to keep dragging my ass out back.”
He’d filled the sink with ice, and it was peppered with different drinks.
“It’s like ten feet,” Nova chided him with a smile. “Lazy ass.”
“Quiet, woman,” he ordered.
“You’re so tough,” she mocked him. “How do you possibly carry those huge balls around all the time?”
He choked and laughed as I took the beer from his hand.
“Hey, Gray,” Nova said, shooting me a smile. “How’ve you been?”
“No complaints,” I replied. “How’re you feelin’?”
“Like I could run a marathon,” she replied, setting a hand on her belly.
Rumi scoffed. “I tied your shoes this morning.”
“That says more about the dominance I hold in our relationship,” she dismissed him. She smiled at me. “I feel great now that I’m past the first trimester.”