Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
She nods, and without skipping a beat, I flick my fingers over her helmet, letting the visor close in front of her eyes before finally kicking over the bike and letting the engine roar to life in the street.
“Let’s go,” I call over the engine, and not a moment later, I take off into the street, letting my bike do the fucking talking.
The wind whips through her hair as I fly down the road, letting her feel the adrenaline of the ride, all while she crushes her slender body against mine, her full tits pressed against my back as her fingers clutch at my body.
We ride for half an hour, cutting through the streets of Onyx Heights, and by the time I’m pulling to a stop outside my home, I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life. It’s undoubtedly clear to me that I like this girl more than I should, yet I can’t seem to find a solid reason to pull away.
Riding right up onto my driveway, I kill the engine near the door, and her body instantly relaxes around mine. Lyra takes my shoulder and helps herself off my bike before staring up at my house.
“Is this your place?” she asks with a deep suspicion as I reach for the clip under her chin and start to free her from the confines of the helmet.
“Mm-hmm.”
Lyra laughs to herself. “Maddox Blake, did you bring me here to fuck me in your bed?”
I grin before running a hand through my wind-blown hair. “No,” I tell her honestly, “but if we end up there, I’m not going to be mad about it.”
She rolls her eyes, and just as she goes to say something, she cuts herself off, her gaze dropping to my forearm. “Is that . . .” She pauses as she reaches for her phone. “Is that a QR code tattoo?”
“Woah,” I say, rushing to my feet and holding my hand up to keep her from scanning the code. “This is the result of alcohol and poor planning.”
“Let me see.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Savage,” I warn before catching a glimpse of those big green eyes again and sucker punching myself right in the gut. I let out a sigh and adjust myself to give her a better view of my tattoo. Without hesitation, she’s got her camera out and ready.
Barely even a second later Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley booms through her speakers, and she sucks in a gasp, looking up at me in horror. “Maddox Blake, did I just get Rick-rolled by your tattoo?”
I laugh and hook her helmet over the handlebar. “I tried to warn you,” I tell her. “But this is what happens when you turn twenty-one and all your friends are bad influences on you.”
She just smiles at me, a real genuine smile, and it blows me the fuck away. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’m more than aware,” I tell her, dropping my hand to her lower back. “Come on, let me take you inside.”
She starts to walk before quickly hesitating, and I can’t help but wonder if she feels something real just like I do, if her heart is racing the way mine is. Maybe she got bad vibes and is worried I’m about to start slicing and dicing the second I get her alone.
“Why’d you bring me here?” she asks, looking up at me with those breathtaking eyes.
“Because it’s after five in the morning and everywhere in this city is closed,” I explain. “You needed an escape from whatever the fuck is going on with you, and I have that escape right here. Plus, there’s Cookies ’n Cream ice cream in the freezer, and I figured we couldn’t go wrong with that.”
Her face beams with happiness, and she starts moving again, allowing me to lead her right to the door, only when I slide my key into the lock, I pause and glance at her. “You’re not allergic to dogs are you?”
Her eyes widen with excitement. “You have a dog?”
“Yeah,” I say before cringing, knowing most women tend to shy away from big breeds that look like they could tear you limb from limb. “He’s . . . He’s an attack dog. I rescued him from a dog fighting ring when he was still just a pup. He’s kinda terrifying, but he’s really just a sweet baby who loves cuddles.”
“He’s not gonna bite my face off or anything?”
“Only if I tell him to.”
Her eyes widen again, only this time they fill with fear, and I quickly jump in, shaking my head. “Fuck, Savage. That was a joke. He’s trained, but he’s not vicious. Just a big puppy. If you love him, he’ll love you.”
She lets out a breath. “Okay. Big puppy I can deal with.”
I turn the lock in the door before pausing and glancing at her. “Oh, umm . . . You better brace yourself,” I say, giving her just enough warning before swinging the door open just in time to watch a hundred pounds of pure black furry muscle rush toward her. The sound of his nails on the floorboards is enough to make anyone’s heart stall.