Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
The rumble of motorcycle pipes shook the shitty house around me, and I got up, nerves singing along my synapses, and checked out the window.
Sure enough, there he was, waiting for me at the curb.
Usually he came up to the front porch, but he was on the phone with someone, and hadn’t made it off his bike yet.
He had one hand on the bike, both legs on the ground, and his free hand in the air in front of him as he spoke to whomever it was on speaker phone.
I grabbed the helmet that he’d bought me to leave at my place, and the fanny pack that I used to carry my shit around when I was on the back of his bike, and headed out the door.
I didn’t bother to lock it.
Mom was home, as was Calliope.
I didn’t say bye to either one of them as I closed the door behind me.
The moment I appeared on the front porch, his gaze moved up to find mine.
His eyes traveled all the way down the length of my body, taking in the white ribbed tank top, the tight ass jeans—new jeans might I add—and my boots. Boots that he’d bought me last week when he’d also gotten me the helmet.
His lips turned up at the corner, and I knew that he was thinking the same thing that I was thinking.
He looked incredibly fuckable.
Jeans. Tee. Boots. Truth Tellers MC cut.
And that signature baseball hat, this one all black, turned around backward on his head, his black hair curling out around the sides. Hell, even the dog tags around his neck, nestled in between his pecs, was doing it for me.
I was addicted to him.
Ever since we’d had that one night together out in the middle of nowhere on the side of that road, I’d turned into a monster.
I wanted him, over and over, as many times as he would allow me to have him.
He watched me walk toward him, and his eyes landed on my chest.
I knew why, too.
My nipples were hard as hell, and seeing as I wasn’t wearing a bra, he could see every bump on my areola.
Luckily, the ribbed tank was thick, so despite the white color, you couldn’t see through it like you could’ve with all of my old tanks.
“I’m at my girl’s house,” he spoke into the phone. “We’ll maybe talk about this later.”
My girl’s house.
A ball of butterflies took root in my belly, and I had to resist the urge to blush as I kept walking toward him.
My girl.
Was that what I was to him?
“Ready?” he asked, reaching for my helmet and moving away from his bike.
I didn’t have a problem with putting my own helmet on, but for some reason, he did.
He always put it on for me, but only after he leaned into a deep kiss.
A deep kiss that he repeated today, pulling me deeply into his body as he leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine.
Tingles shot down my spine at his arousal pressing against me, and I shivered against him.
“Ready,” I whispered before once again returning to our kiss.
The kiss went on forever.
So long that the neighbor across the street yelled, “Get a room!”
I wish.
“Who was that on the phone?” I asked as he mounted the bike again.
“My mother,” he grumbled. “She wants me to go to a charity ball for the Y in town. She says that it’s for a fantastic cause, and that I’ll regret it if I don’t go.”
“It is for a fantastic cause,” I reported. “Every single penny that they make at that ball pays for all the under privileged kids, like my brothers and sisters and me, to go to a safe and productive camp every summer. I went there. It was the only reason I got to eat some summers.”
He was silent for a few seconds and then, “If you go, I’ll go.”
“Deal,” I said. “I have a lot of money to blow. It’s my turn.”
Instead of replying, he reached for me and pulled me closer, my thighs straddling his.
“Ready to ride, princess?” he asked.
Princess.
I still wasn’t sure how to feel about that nickname.
The first time he’d used it, it sounded condescending.
But the more he used it, especially in situations like these, the more I’d come to love those syllables coming out of his mouth.
“Ready.” I smiled, then bent my head down to kiss him.
Despite our helmets knocking together, the kiss was still sexy as hell and all-consuming.
By the time I pulled back, there was loud clapping from the same neighbor that was across the street.
If I wasn’t so desperately happy, I might flip the guy off.
“Anything new and exciting happen after I brought you home yesterday?” he asked as he pulled back to stare down into my face.
I gave him a rundown of the day after I’d left him, ending with what my next steps were.