Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Her forehead crinkles as she frowns up at me. “So, get. I’ll leave after I take a nap.”
“Sorry, Harper. No biker bunnies on club property alone unless they’ve been claimed as Blaze candy.”
Her body goes completely still. The cute look on her face morphs into something like anger. Christ, I really don’t need attitude this morning. That shit is good when it comes with rough sex. Attitude from just being a bitch is something I don’t need in my life. I get that enough from Robin—my son’s mother and an all-around bitch.
“What did you call me?” she asks, and any lightness in her voice came out cold. Damn it’s so cold it has curtailed the bulge that was beginning to expand inside my jeans. Said bulge was a miracle because the bitch in my bed currently throwing attitude had wrung me dry.
“Harper? That’s your name, right? That’s what Apex kept calling you last night. Shit. Isn’t that your name? Sorry, babe. I don’t know Apex that well. He’s mostly a prospect with the club, though acting like a full member since Sabre vouched for him. He was almost as drunk as you were last night. Did he get it wrong?”
“Right. I wasn’t talking about the name part. I was talking about the other thing you called me.”
“Oh, that. Well, it’s just a rule we have. No biker bunnies around without a member to chaperone them. If you’re looking to hitch up with the Blaze, we have some room for new blood. I know the men would like some new talent around here. Warning though, Harper, if you take that route, I want another taste before you move on to my brothers. I don’t like sticking my dick in the same pussy they do—club candy or not.”
“Right.”
She used that same word a second ago. It sounded pretty cold then. It’s sub-zero now. I’m also kind of done. As mentioned, I do not need another bitch in my life. Robin pretty much has made an art form of that and has for the ten years my son has been on this earth. Her attitude I’m forced to put up with. I don’t have to take it from a piece of tail.
She knifes up off the bed. I let my gaze rake over her nude body and long icy white and honey hair and even knowing her attitude sucks, my once deflating cock is hard as nails. Fuck, that woman has an ass. It’s apple shaped and the cheeks jiggle with her movements. Her hips are wide, made to give a man something to hold on to as he pumps inside her. I know because I did that a fuck-of-a-lot last night. She bends over, moving shit off the concrete floor—muttering under her breath. I can’t get what she’s saying. I imagine she’s still being a bitch and pissed because I can’t let her stay in my room. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. I can’t even tell you why. Pussy is not worth the hassle. I’d been stupid as a kid. I’m not stupid anymore. Women have one use and one use only. I know men find good ones out there. I’d seen it with Mom and Dad, Beth and Skull, and Shaft and his old lady. Beast and his woman seem happy, too. Although, I can’t be positive. I don’t see them as often since they live in North Carolina. Still, I know it can happen. I also know relationships are more likely to be the exact opposite of what the people close to me have. Hell, my Uncle Sabre and Annie have been separated for a couple years now. I hear she’s dating some doctor in Winchester. Sabre doesn’t talk about it and none of us push him to. He’s been miserable since we lost Latch. Latch left the club to go back into the military and died in a helicopter crash. Sabre was relieved as hell when Dad and Skull stepped down. It gave him an out, too—which he took quickly. Part of me is wondering if he’s going to leave the club altogether.
For me, when I look at Sabre’s face, I see my life. I see clearly that shit has him buried. He’s damaged as much as I have been by the crap I’ve been digging my way out of for almost eleven years. So, yeah. No more bitches with an attitude for me. Nothing ever, but easy pussy—which ironically describes Ty’s mother perfectly. It’s just she’s conniving, too. I push thoughts of Robin out of my head. These days I only have to deal with her twice a month and I’m grateful.
“I’m out of here,” Harper says, jerking me out of my thoughts.
I look up to see she has on the tight as fuck jeans she wore last night that are curved perfectly to her ass and a white Harley scoop neck tank. Although, last night she had her bra on. Today, her C-maybe-D cup tits are defying gravity and remaining perky and out there, begging for me to grab them. Her bra—and panties—are in her hand and that means her dark ruby nipples and areolas are definitely visible through her shirt. Fuck. Shit. Damn. Now, I’m back to needing to fuck her one more time. She quickly leaves the room, taking off in a sprint. The need to have her again is the only excuse I have to explain jogging out of my room and down the hall to catch up with her. “Hey, wait up! We’re not done,” I call out, because damn, she’s quick on her feet.