Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“Suit yourself.” Bonnie pours me a glass of water and tosses Blaze a can of beer before getting herself a bright orange energy drink. “Come on, no point in standing around the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” My hands shake so much I can barely hold the glass, but once I take a sip, I realize how dry my throat was.
I take a moment to look around as she leads us into her living room. It’s decorated kind of haphazardly, but in a way that makes it feel warm and lived in. The couch is well-worn, soft, and comfortable, the kind you could easily take a nap on and wake up the next day instead. There’s a big screen TV with a video game system under it with scattered game boxes and controllers that look like they see a lot of use on a little table next to it. On the walls are a ton of pictures, most of a grizzled biker with long gray-black hair and a thick handlebar mustache. In some of the pictures, he's together with Bonnie. I wonder if he’s the man she said she lost.
Just as we sit down, there's a new pounding on the door. Bonnie's over there in a blink, peeking through the peephole before throwing the bolt to open up. “Get the fuck in here. What are you doing out there by yourself?” She pulls in a short woman with brown hair to the middle of her back.
When she sees the rest of us her big eyes widen. “Blaze. And…” She frowns at me. “Have we met?”
“I don’t think so. I’m Willow. I was just visiting when everything went crazy.”
“That’s sort of the usual story around here,” she says with a dry laugh. “I’m Paige. Bonnie, where are Jessica and Anne?”
“Don’t worry, they’re off visiting Jess’s mom. Won’t be back until tomorrow. Shit like this is why I can’t wait until the houses are ready. Anne is sick and tired of that fancy school, but I can’t exactly have her living here full time, now can I?”
I have no idea who any of these people are or what they're talking about, but sitting in Bonnie’s living room listening to them chatter about their friends is a little island of normalcy in an ocean of chaos. If I ignore the fact that I’ve literally seen Blaze have sex. Twice.
Paige nods. “I know what you mean. I’m sick of not having enough room for everyone. Savage’s place is working out for now, but it’s not really enough room for all of the boys.”
“You have kids?” I ask Paige.
She laughs. “Sometimes it feels that way, but no. My men. Crank, Savage and Poe.”
“Your men?”
“Yeah, I’m their old lady. And before you ask, yes all three of them.”
“I thought an old lady was like a biker's wife. How can you be together with all three?” My mind goes immediately to Skyhigh and the others, though the idea of what we’re doing being anything but a summer fling seems pretty unlikely.
“We make it work. I’m theirs and they’re mine.” She smiles dreamily, like she can't wait to get back to them. “It's a lot, both good and bad, but mostly good. And in bed? It's all good.”
Blaze laughs. “That's the truth.”
Even Bonnie grins and nods.
I feel like the world’s biggest prude because I’m apparently the only one who can’t relate to having sex with multiple people at the same time. Yes, my thoughts have gone there, and the idea of it is fueling new ideas for my book in ways I would've never imagined, but like an actual relationship with three guys at once? “Don't they get jealous?”
Paige shrugs. “I bet some would, but the men here, they’re used to putting their lives in each other’s hands. For my boys, I think knowing that I’m protected by all of them helps them relax. They are already sworn to each other through the club, having me just made them closer. Jessica feels the same.”
“Wait, what? There are more? Is this a biker thing?”
“Not in my day, I'll say that for sure,” Bonnie chimes in. She's dropped into one of the easy chairs, and glances over at one of the pictures of the grizzled biker. Next to it is a frame with “Property of” and “General” patches. “We got a little wild when we first were together, but I swore myself only to him and I couldn't imagine anyone else. He was mine, all mine, and all of me was his. Hope you're resting easy, old fucker.” She raises her drink in a toast to the picture. “But times are changing, I guess. Girls are getting greedy.”
Paige laughs. “Absolutely.”
Another gunshot has us all looking towards the front gates. Despite their easy chatter, it's obvious I'm not the only one who's worried. I wish I knew what was going on. “Are they going to be okay?”