Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“You’re staring.”
“I like staring,” he said.
“It’s creepy.”
He chuckled. She placed the final plate on the draining board, and dried her hands on a towel.
“You’re getting the whole stalker image down.”
Stink shrugged. “I’ve been told to keep your ass safe.”
“It was over a year ago, Stink. I’m fine, and you don’t have to keep me safe.”
“The club rules, Sandy.”
She sighed again. “I’m thinking of going back to my own place.”
He tensed up. Sandy was a doctor, and she had been part of the club who’d had it rough several times. She had stopped screwing the single brothers years ago, but there was a time she’d screwed everyone. He’d never taken a taste of what she had to offer even though he always wanted to. Instead, he kept his distance, watching from afar to make sure no one claimed what he’d known from day one was going to be his.
“You’re leaving the club?” Stink asked.
She moved toward him, standing right in front of him, and he got the scent of cinnamon that always seemed to cling to her. Sandy was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She was in her late thirties, and a doctor. He knew without a doubt that she could do so much better than him.
“I think it’s time that I moved on.” She touched his cheek. “I’m not an old lady, and I’m no longer a club whore. I’m nothing.”
Cupping her cheek, he pressed his head against hers. “You’re everything, baby.”
She chuckled. “You could have fucked me years ago without any kind of commitment, yet you didn’t even give me a chance.”
“I knew from the moment I first saw you, you’d be different.”
“Stink, you deserve better.”
He took hold of her hands, staring down at their hands, touching, together. “I don’t give a fuck who you’ve been with before. I know what I want, and I know I can make you happy. The past couple of years, you’ve been happy. I’ve made you happy.”
“There hasn’t been any sex between us.”
Stink pressed her up against the nearest wall, trapping her hands in his. “Do you really think it wouldn’t be epic between us?” He held both of her hands within one of his, and started to caress the tips of his fingers down her arm, across her breast, and down to cup her pussy. “I can show you how fucking epic it can be between us. If you think for a second that you know anything about me and what I’m capable of, think again.”
“The club is not my home.”
“We’re your family, and I’m your guy. I’m not going to let you go without a fight. You belong to me.” Slamming his lips down, he claimed hers, letting her know without a shadow of a doubt that he was the master of her.
Chapter Five
“This smells good,” Lacey said.
Charlotte turned to see a young girl following behind Lacey. She offered them both a smile, unsure what to say.
“Oh, shit, Charlotte, this is my daughter, Sally. Sally, this is Gash’s friend, Charlotte.”
“You cook?” Sally asked.
“Yeah, it was a condition of staying the night.” Charlotte frowned, looking between the two.
“Cool, we don’t have to worry about takeout. Dad doesn’t like to hurt her feelings, but Mom can’t cook. I’m going to go and do homework.” Sally kissed Lacey’s cheek, and headed out of the kitchen.
Lacey looked ready to cry.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She waved her hand in front of her face. “I, erm, I can’t have kids, and being able to adopt Sally, and now she’s calling me mom—it’s a dream come true.”
“Did you adopt her at a young age?” Charlotte asked. Her own heart was breaking over the child she had lost.
“No. It was only a few months ago to be honest. Sally fought us both at the beginning. Whizz told me she was acting out in case we sent her back to her foster home.” Lacey took a seat.
“You wouldn’t do that?”
“I know it’s strange, adopting a kid that will probably be going off to college, but I saw Sally, I saw how broken she was, and I just knew I could help her. Whizz and I, together, we could help her. We’re not perfect ourselves, but we make a good life.”
“You make a good team.”
“I like to think so.”
“Will you adopt more?”
Lacey sighed again. “I hope so. We’ve spoken to Sally about it, and she doesn’t mind. We’re looking into adopting once everything settles down at the club.”
“I hope Gash and I are not a problem—” Before she could finish saying anything more, Lacey held her hand up.
“No, you’re not a problem. You’ll come to learn in the MC life, it’s always hectic and chaotic, but there are moments where it’s peaceful. You’ll learn to embrace those peaceful moments, and be happy about it. You and Gash are more than welcome here. I just wish I could have made you something delicious to enjoy. I’m not exactly good in the kitchen.”