Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Wonderful.
“Dad, I’m fine. I swear it.” Beth rolled her eyes as she tried to soothe her overprotective father.
If Beth was fine, then Saint was a damn teddy bear, but he kept his mouth shut. Beth was an adult. She didn’t deserve him telling her what to do, especially not two days after escaping a violent and controlling relationship.
“Yeah, okay,” she said. “A Tennessee barbecue at the clubhouse sounds great. Been too long since I’ve had Mav’s famous ribs. Yeah… okay… I will. You need Saint again? Okay, then we’ll see you tonight. Love you too. Bye.”
She ended the call, then handed his phone back. As he grabbed it, their hands brushed, and electricity shot up his arm, raising the hairs. Beth sucked in a breath, then lifted her gaze to his. For one second, they stood frozen, locked in a heated stare-off until his phone chimed, breaking the spell.
Beth stepped back, clearing her throat. “Ready to go when you are.”
Saint nodded. “I’ll get our shit loaded on the bike, and we’ll take off.”
Four hours later, he was in hell. Complete and utter hell.
He took an exit to refill his gas tank and give them both an opportunity to stretch their legs, but mainly to preserve his sanity. Most of yesterday, Beth had sat straight behind him with her hands on his waist, enjoying the scenery. Today, she’d decided to try her hand at becoming a sadistic tormentor.
At his insistence, she’d thrown a leather jacket over her skimpy top, but kept it open and leaned fully into his back. She was a small woman, short and on the thinner side, but by no means a twig like so many women these days. She had a softness to her that melted against him and made his eyes roll back in his head. Her ass and tits were the things of men’s fantasies, and feeling her nestled against his back all day while her thighs cradled his hips was a cruel and unusual punishment.
He’d battled a raging boner for most of the ride.
He wanted to fuck, and he wanted to fuck Beth, but his dick needed to get the message that it would never happen. Instead of sticking around for the barbecue, maybe he’d head to a local bar and find some willing woman to work off his sexual energy.
If he were smart, he’d go straight home and make up for days of missed work. He had a stack of recovery orders waiting on his desk back home. Deadbeat car owners didn’t repo themselves, and he’d already lost a week’s pay on this trip, not that he’d change a thing.
As soon as he pulled up alongside the gas pump, Beth hopped off, grinning. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom and grab some snacks. I’m in the mood for something sweet. Want anything?”
You. Naked and spread-eagled in my bed. Nothing would be sweeter than the taste of you.
“Just grab me a Diet Dr. Pepper, if you don’t mind.” He pulled a twenty out of his wallet and held it out to her.
Beth rolled her eyes. “It’s a soda, Saint. I can cover it.”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t put his money away. After a fifteen-second stare down, Beth huffed and snatched the bill from his hand, muttering something about stubborn bikers as she strode toward the convenience store. The way her ass moved in those damn jeans should be illegal.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he stared up at the sky. No lightning bolt came down to smite him or solve his problem, so he turned to the pump and got to work filling the tank.
By the time the meter stopped, Beth was back and munching on a Twizzler. Her plump lips looked obscene wrapped around the red candy, and his cock twitched with jealousy.
Three hours. Just three more hours. You can do this.
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. They were at a busy travel station that seemed safe enough, but the thought of leaving Beth out there alone didn’t sit well with him.
“Don’t even think about it.” She narrowed her eyes and pointed at him with a Twizzler. “I’m a big girl, and I can wait here all by my big-girl self while you piss, Saint. I’m not following you inside and standing outside the bathroom like a child.”
“Babe, you don’t know—”
“Don’t you babe me. I’ve lived with you, alpha bikers, my entire life. I know how you operate. No one is going to kidnap me in broad daylight with a dozen vacationing families all around.” She waved him away. “Go. Pee. I’ll stand right here like a good girl. Promise.”
“I’m starting to think you are the furthest thing from a good girl,” he muttered, which earned him a sassy smirk.
Yeah, she was trouble, and once she was fully back to her old self and moving past her relationship with Jason, the entire club was fucked.