Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Dax agreed and hung up. I cursed under my breath as I slowly separated from my girl’s warm, naked body. She stirred, and I brushed her hair back to whisper a kiss over her shoulder, nearly groaning when it caused her to shiver. “Go back to sleep, angel.”
I hurried through a shower and got dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, boots, and my cut. I’d had one made for Larissa, but she’d decided not to take it to school with her so that nothing would happen to it. It didn’t state “Property of Link,” like the one I’d order for Harlowe, but it said, “Touch me and die. Link has a gun and a shovel.” Since I needed to wear my cut, and I couldn’t leave Harlowe without a clear “Do not touch what’s mine” message, Larissa’s vest would have to do for the day.
I started a bath before returning to the bed with the leather cut. Leaning over Harlowe, I steeled myself against the sight of all that smooth, creamy skin and bent to kiss her lips. “Wake up, angel.”
She stirred and smiled up at me as she stretched, making me groan as my cock tried to bust through my zipper.
“Got to take care of some club business for a couple of hours. Won’t be too long.” I trailed a finger from the valley between her tits to her pussy and circled her mound, cursing Dax and Mac to hell when she moaned. “Started a bath for you, angel. Take a good, long soak. It’ll help with soreness, and I need this pretty pussy to be ready when I get back. ’Cause I’m gonna make sure we both know who it belongs to.” I grinned when she rolled her eyes. I dropped the cut onto the bed and gave her a hard look. “You need to wear this whenever you leave the room, angel,” I commanded. She took it and held it up to read the back, then laughed hysterically. I caged her between my arms and brought my face inches from hers. “I mean it, Harlowe. My cut protects you.” Then I gave her a quick, hard kiss and a slap on the ass before stomping out of our room.
5
Harlowe
Link had been right; a long bath in hot water had done wonders for the aches I’d been feeling in places I didn’t even realize could be sore. But the glow I’d felt at Link taking care of me had long since disappeared. Kind of how he had.
He’d said he’d be busy for a couple of hours, so I’d been looking forward to cuddling up to Link in his bed when he was done. I was disappointed when Cat had come up to check on me after I’d gotten out of the tub and mentioned that he’d had to leave to take care of something since I’d assumed he was working in his office. I hadn’t been angry, though. The timing sucked, but I knew he had other responsibilities besides me. I figured I’d hang out in his room and watch something on TV while he was gone.
After a few more hours passed, I was too hungry to wait around for him any longer. Grumbling over the fact that he hadn’t come back yet, I tugged on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and the leather vest Link had insisted I wear around the clubhouse. Then I shoved my burner phone in my back pocket and headed out the door. I didn’t see anyone on my way down to the kitchen, but Cat was pulling stuff out of the fridge when I got there.
“Do you need any help?”
She whirled around and let out a small yelp at my question. “Shit! I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Sorry about that.” I offered her an apologetic smile as I crossed the room to grab the big package of chicken breasts she was about to drop. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Crossing over to the pantry, she waved off my concern. After she pulled out a bottle of vegetable oil and a jar of salsa, she mumbled, “It's not your fault. Kyle always reminds me that I need to be more aware of my surroundings.”
Huntley had drilled the situational awareness mantra into my head for years, so I was familiar with those reminders too. “Cut yourself some slack, I’m much lighter on my feet than the guys around here”—I lifted my right leg and wiggled my Chucks—“and these don’t make near as much noise as motorcycle boots.”
“Good point,” Cat chuckled, shaking her head.
“So, back to my original question.” I pointed at the food on the counter. “Do you want some help?”
She pulled out a big slow cooker. “Nah, I’m just making chicken taco meat for a late dinner since most of the guys will probably hit up the hospital before heading here.”