Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69026 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Yum,” she said. “I haven’t eaten yet today.”
“Do you usually eat before you roll?” I asked.
“No.” She grimaced. “I’m a lightweight. I get hot, and I get sweaty. I get sweaty, and I start feeling nauseous. It’s best not to have anything in my stomach that’ll come up looking gross on the mats.”
I snorted and reached for another cookie, holding it out to her. “You want to ride with me?”
“I have my bag.” She looked crestfallen.
“I’ll strap it down,” I said. “Come on, let’s go.”
Eleven
I just laugh stuff off ’cause prison doesn’t cook the food I like.
—Silver to Webber
SILVER
I was heading toward Webber’s bike when I realized that it was all wrong.
“Webber,” I said, pausing halfway to his bike. “I can’t ride with you. That’s not going to work. I don’t want to…Devney…”
His gaze locked on mine as he said, “Broke up with her yesterday. You won’t be stepping on her toes.”
Something expectant passed between us, and I froze, unsure what to say or do.
This was…everything I ever wanted.
But what if he hadn’t done it because of me? What if he’d done it because he didn’t like her, but he also didn’t like me?
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
“You’re overthinking things,” he said. “Let me be clear. I should’ve never been with her. I should’ve gone with my instincts.”
My head tilted. “What were your instincts?”
His mouth kicked up at the edges, and his mustache kicked up with it.
God, it was cute.
I wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth.
I wanted to see what that mustache felt like along my skin.
I wanted it all with him.
I was so hopeful, yet so fucking scared at the same time.
It’d been a really long time I’d been pining over him.
There was still the issue of my damn dad being married to his ex-wife.
There was an age gap between us.
There was a hesitancy on his end, letting me know that he thought all of those things were a real issue.
Yet…
“Let me be perfectly clear here, Silver,” he said, moving so close to me that my heart started to beat like a metronome inside my chest. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. Your dad’s a problem. A big one. My ex-wife’s an even bigger problem. I chose to stay away from you because all I can think about when I picture us together are hurdles. This isn’t going to be easy—I can’t stand your fucking dad. The club is a goddamn clusterfuck right now with that bitch Moran hanging around. You’re young. Much younger than me. You want things that I probably can’t give you, because I’m just not the nice guy. I’ll never be the nice guy. But all of that doesn’t matter, because all I can think about is you. I can’t get you out of my head. Every time I’m with another woman, it’s you I’m fucking in my head. I’ve spent the last year trying to get you out of my head…and let’s be honest here. It’s not freakin’ working.”
I swallowed.
I hadn’t been a celibate person in the time since we’d met, either.
I’d had a few one-night stands myself as I tried to get him out from under my skin.
“I…” I swallowed again. “I did the…”
Then his hand was over my mouth, and his eyes were on fire.
“This might be extremely fucking sexist, but I don’t want to hear about any of the men you fucked thinking about me,” he growled.
My brows rose, and I spoke against his hand. “You think that I want to hear about the ones that you did?”
“Haven’t even been able to get it up for anyone in half a year,” he growled again. “Short of putting a paper bag over their head with your goddamn picture on…”
I jerked his hand away from my face and said, “We’re going to be born again virgins. No more talk, ever, about this.”
His eyes gleamed.
Just when he was about to lean in, Jasper called, “Are y’all gonna fuck in the forecourt? You probably shouldn’t. That bitch across the street would have a conniption.”
I giggled.
“I fucking hate her,” he grumbled as he pulled away.
The woman across the street was also one of Webber’s conquests. Though she happened way before me.
She owned a coffee shop and it was directly across the road from Webb’s.
Webber used to go over there all the time, and after his divorce, the woman made her move.
They spent a few weeks together scratching an itch, according to Chevy, and he broke it off with her.
The woman hadn’t taken it well and had made it her life’s mission to make Webber’s life miserable.
“You sure know how to pick them,” I teased. “Can’t wait to hear how Devney acts.”
“You’ll be able to have a firsthand accounting,” he said. “Because I plan to be spending a lot of time with you.”
I frowned. “I work nights.”