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)
Okay, she got that. Kind of. She nodded. “Just… please remember I’m the one who put him in a horrible position.”
Sighing, he looked out at the calming scenery. “I know, kiddo. I’ll try not to make him cry.”
She huffed a laugh despite the anxiety now swirling in her. Whatever consequences Saint suffered to keep her secret would plague her for a long time.
“Fuck,” Copper muttered, looking at his watch. “I have a dentist appointment in half an hour.”
That had a real laugh bubbling from her. “Even big bad bikers have to take care of their teeth, huh?”
“Such a smartass.”
She grinned, the first genuine smile of the day, and it did wonders to lift her mood.
Copper kissed her head before he stood. “I’m gonna go get ready. You good?”
“I am.” She looked up at him, towering over her. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Your mom and I are so glad you’re home, kiddo.”
“Me too.” And it was the truth.
He left her to her coffee and scenery, but she didn’t plan to sit idle for long. Now that she’d gotten one difficult conversation out of the way, she had to dive straight into another. Saint deserved to know Copper would be coming for him.
Her pulse quickened at the thought of seeing him again. Of being alone with him. Would he look at her the way he had last night, like he wanted to devour her? Would those talented hands find their way back to her skin?
She squeezed her thighs together and cursed under her breath.
This was a warning, not a booty call.
She needed to keep her head on straight and her panties firmly in place.
Easier said than done when it came to Saint.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
COPPER: ELEVEN A.M. Clubhouse.
That’s it. Short and sweet text command from Copper, which stuck to the president’s style, but something about the summons had Saint on high alert.
Maybe because you had your hands all over and in Beth last night.
Had Copper found out? Did someone drive by and spot them when he’d been too lust drunk to notice? Or was his guilty conscience playing tricks on him?
Fuck, he’d messed up royally last night.
He’d wanted her with a force that shook him to his core, and when it became clear she’d wanted him, too, he’d taken it. Instead of getting it out of his system, the feel and taste of her only made his craving worse. Maybe it was because he hadn’t come, at least not by her hand. He’d jerked off furiously the second he got home, but his gut told him it wouldn’t matter. If she got her hands or mouth on him, he’d become addicted.
Obsessed.
Even more than he already was, which felt impossible.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he muttered as he stared at his phone.
Saint: I’ll be there.
He set the phone face down on the counter and reached for his protein shake. Two swallows in, his doorbell rang.
Saint frowned. He lived in a small two-bedroom cabin slightly off the beaten path. One of the best things about his place was the lack of solicitors or guests popping by for no reason. Even his sister knew to inform him before she showed up.
Could it be Copper? Was his president so fucking furious that he’d decided not to wait until eleven to castrate him?
“Fucking great,” he muttered as he walked to the door barefoot and dressed only in a pair of lightweight gray sweats. If he were going to die, it might as well be in a comfortable outfit in his own home. “Coming!” he hollered after the bell rang again.
He yanked the door open and lost his breath as his gaze fell on the woman he’d spent all night thinking about. “Beth.”
Her eyes darkened as her attention went straight to his bare chest. Jesus, if she gaped at him like that for more than two seconds, he’d be hard as a fucking spike and his pants couldn’t hide a cotton ball, let alone a raging boner.
“Hey. Um…” She licked her lips, and he nearly groaned.
“What are you doing here?”
His tone came out harsher than he’d meant, causing her to blink and jerk her focus to his face. “Sorry. I should have called.”
Sighing, he leaned against the door frame while folding his arms across his chest. “This have anything to do with the text I got from Copper demanding I meet him at the clubhouse at eleven?”
Beth grimaced. “Shit. I was hoping I’d beat him to it.”
He stepped back, making room for her. “Come on in.”
“Thanks. And I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced. I hate that shit. In my defense, I wasn’t thinking.”
He chuckled as he pointed toward the small, plush couch in his den. “That’s your defense?”
She shrugged. “Didn’t say it was a good defense.”
Her cutting wit had him smiling more than usual, even during these tense interactions. “Have a seat. Want some coffee or, I don’t know, a shot of tequila?”