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)
Skyhigh nods. “Point taken.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You boys do what you want, but I'm in. I've let a lot of shit slip through my fingers over the years, but I'm not gonna do that now.” It's weird how you sometimes don't realize something until you've fucking said it out loud, but I feel that so fucking strongly.
They both start to speak, but I hold up a hand. “I know that this isn't necessarily forever. I know that she's riding a high right now, getting fucking sexed six ways from Sunday. Are we right for her? Or are we just for her right now? I don't fucking know. We haven't known each other long enough, we haven't seen real stress together, not gone through any goddamn crucible to see if this shit really works. But you know what? I'm willing to fucking try. Because I think it can. And that's what I've got to say about that.”
“Fuck, Dragon, I think that's more words than you've said the whole rest of the goddamn month.” Blackout laughs. Skyhigh too. “But you can relax, because I feel the same damn way. Right now, we're having fun, and all three of us really fucking like her. And she seems to like us, even if we're a bunch of fucking misfits with rap sheets. So yeah, I'm game for giving it a go, because if I don't, I'll be wondering. If it doesn't work out, at least we fucking tried, but look at Jessica and Paige, with their guys. They made it fucking work, and those girls had no more history with clubs than Willow does. So yeah, I'm in.”
Skyhigh snorts. “And here I thought I was the fucker with too many words. I want this as bad as you fuckers do. I just don't wanna hurt her.”
“Was wondering where you boys were.” Ghost comes through the side door from Hellfire’s office, probably just having had a meeting. “Hate to fuck with whatever plans you got, but we need a team to cover Thresher’s pickup. Shouldn't be any fuckery, but keep your eyes open.” He looks over at Skyhigh. “That good with you?”
“Sure, no problem.”
On the way out, I try to call Willow and let her know we'll be late, but she doesn't pick up. I text her to let her know I’ll be in touch, and then we're off to pick up whatever the fuck it is we're picking up. Duty calls, but I don't have to fucking like it.
24
WILLOW
Is this what flow is like?
I've always heard of this mysterious moment when you get so caught up in what you're doing that you struggle to stop, time loses meaning, and you feel like you could go on forever? Because that's how it is to write today. Just like how it was with the guys yesterday. I won't claim I just want them for the creativity boost, but I'm not going to complain when lightning strikes.
Coffee on drip, phone on silent, just me, the laptop, and some really, really juicy memories that make my fingers fly across the keys like a hacker in a movie. I know I'm going to have to stop when the boys pick me up for the drive they promised, so I'm getting in as much work as I can before that happens. Grace and Colleen will never know what hit them.
It makes me giggle maniacally as my heroes gets in a fist fight, knocking out a bunch of baddies that were out to make trouble for our poor heroine. Am I making them too… biker-ey? I can't imagine how that's happening. I giggle again. My heroine hasn’t had the joy of having three dicks in her yet, but I have a feeling her time is coming.
Just like my deadline. Colleen will kill me if I have to push the delivery date on this manuscript. I glance at the clock on the wall.
“Crap!” They were supposed to be here a half hour ago, and I'm not even ready.
Maybe taking a shower is pointless if I'm hopping on the back of a motorcycle, but I want to smell good for them, and for an author who rolled straight out of bed and into her office chair, rinsing off wouldn’t be a bad idea.
I unlock the front door so if they show up I can yell down for them to come in, then hop into the shower with the bathroom door open. Worst case, they'll come upstairs and our ride gets a little delayed, right? I could live with that, even if I'd need another shower afterwards.
Good thing I did, too, because I'm just stepping out when the doorbell rings. “I'll be right down,” I yell. “Come on in.”
The door clicks and slams while I quickly dry off and jump into a pair of jeans and a low cut pink top. I pull the leather jacket they loaned me off the hook behind my bedroom door, throw it over my shoulder and head for the stairs, ready to wow my men with how biker chick I look.