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)
“Take her home?” Blackout asks.
Skyhigh nods. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Not given a choice in the matter, I'm swept right up into Dragon's arms. “Come on, baby girl,” he growls. “We're taking you home.”
21
WILLOW
When my front door slams shut behind us, Dragon still hasn't put me down. I went straight from the bar, to the back of Skyhigh’s bike, and back into his arms.
“It's okay. I'm home now. If you'll just—”
“You smell like a fucking kegger. We're taking you to the shower.”
I glare up at him. “You sure know how to woo a lady.” Not that he's wrong. Even though everything mostly dried up on the ride home, the smell is still there. It doesn't mean he had to say it like that.
Dragon doesn't seem to care as he carries me right up the stairs. “Shower?”
I point. “You do know I hurt my arm, not my legs, right?”
He grunts.
Fine.
The bathroom is big enough for all four of us, but barely. It’s an old house so it only has one, and they expanded it into the hall closet to give them more room after they had a leak so it’s not quite as ancient as some of the other rooms.
Blackout squeezes by so he can turn on the shower. “Just gonna assume I turn it to scalding and then a little further? Still haven't met a girl who didn't like their shower melting their fucking skin off.”
He isn’t wrong.
“Let's get this off you.” Dragon pulls the hem of my top, obviously intent on undressing me.
“Whoa, whoa, I can shower on my own. I'm not an invalid.” I try to push him off, but it's like trying to move a mountain.
Skyhigh laughs. “You got bounced around good in that fight. We're not leaving until we see that you're okay.”
“Me saying I am isn't good enough?”
He grins. “Not even fucking close.”
Dragon has my shirt up past my breasts, exposing my bra. “Arms up.”
I obey, because despite his gruff manner, he's doing this out of care. And I have to admit, it's nice to be taken care of. Grace and Terry have each other, but at least for now I have three pushy bikers.
He's really careful with my arm, making sure my shirt doesn't tug at the bandage, and then he tosses it to Skyhigh. The move distracts me just long enough that he pops open my bra with a deftness you wouldn't associate with someone his size. Reflexively, I snap my hands to the cups to keep them from falling off.
Dragon raises an eyebrow. “You’re fucking gorgeous. You don’t have to cover up on our account.”
“I wouldn’t mind a little privacy.”
Skyhigh cocks his head and a mischievous smile curls his full lips. “Wouldn’t you? I don’t think you hate having us here. Now if you really mean it, we'll leave you alone. But is that what you really fucking want? Really?”
I don't. I let the bra drop.
“Fuck,” Skyhigh growls, not a hint of ice in his blue eyes. “Beautiful.”
Heat floods me, and I'm pretty sure my blush goes all the way down.
“Here, stand up.” Blackout hooks his hands under my arms and helps me to my feet. Tingles raise goosebumps on my skin as his fingers brush against my breasts, and I don’t think it’s accidental. “Let’s get you cleaned up and feeling better.”
A sudden sob surprises me, and tears push their way out of the corners of my eyes before I realize what's happening. I've never been so scared in my life and all because I wanted to test if I really liked them. I could've gotten seriously hurt tonight. If the bottle had hit differently, or I'd fallen a different way…
And now that I'm safe, protected and cared for, all that tension releases explosively.
Blackout presses me close, my bare back against his black T-shirt. His arms go around me completely, trapping me in his embrace as he kisses the top of my head.
“I'm sorry,” I whimper.
“Fuck, don't be. Let it out,” he murmurs in my ear. “Release is good.”
“But none of this would've happened if it wasn't for me. Even the fight started because of me.”
Skyhigh brushes my hair out of my face, making me look up at him. He grins playfully. “Yeah? You threw the first punch? Didn't peg you for a brawler.”
“No, of course not.” And now I'm half laughing, half sobbing, which feels weird. “But that Blitz guy was talking to me, and then some other guy started being pushy, and the next thing I knew they were trying to kill each other.”
“Would you recognize the other guy?” Dragon's voice drops, the tone lethal. Like he's about to walk right out and execute whoever it was. It's both flattering and terrifying as all heck.
“It doesn't matter. Really, it doesn't. It's just… none of this would've happened if I'd just realized that it wasn’t the sort of place I should go on my own.” The more I let that thought resonate, the stupider I feel. Guiltier.