Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“You can’t be serious.”
“Works like a charm. I’ll keep an eye out, though, too.”
“Oh, wait, I need to pay you.”
“When you get back.”
“That’s… not how it works.”
Jack looked side to side down the hall. “Not like rooms here are in high-demand. You said you don’t know how long you’ll be gone. So just pay up when you get back.”
“I appreciate that.”
“And I was given a cover to put over your car while you’re gone.”
Raff had a knack for coming up with the simplest solutions that I never could have. I’d been imagining I might need to find a place to rent a spot or drive it into a temporary storage unit or something. Then he’d come back with the car cover idea. Simple. Genius.
“Thanks, Jack. I appreciate it.”
“Think this is the part where I’m supposed to take your luggage for you.” He reached for two of them and started away.
When we made our way out the back, Raff was already waiting for us a few feet from the door with the trunk popped and the engine running.
“No comments about how much I’m bringing?” I asked. I was used to that. I’d always been an over-packer.
“If this is what you need to keep you looking like you look, I got nothing to complain about,” he told me as he started finagling my luggage around his modest duffle and toiletry bags.
I said my goodbyes to Jack as Raff slammed the trunk.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he followed me to my door.
“Closing your door for you.” A look must have crossed my face because his smile went a little wicked. “What? Just ‘cause I’m a biker, I can’t be a gentleman?”
I lowered down, and Raff waited for me to pull in my legs before carefully closing the door and rushing around the hood.
The interior wasn’t what I was expecting.
It was impeccably neat. There wasn’t even a speck of dust or stray hair anywhere. Hell, the dashboard even looked shiny, like it’d recently gotten some kind of treatment. It smelled good too. Like fresh laundry. But I couldn’t see any kind of air freshener anywhere.
And my seat? My seat was super squishy.
“Did you get me a gel seat cushion?” I asked as he climbed in.
“I did. That ass can’t be sitting on a deflated seat cushion.”
A surprised laugh escaped me at that.
“Well, I’m sure my ass will be thanking you six hours into this drive.”
“I mean, if it’s not fully satisfied and needs a little massage later, I will lend my hands to the task.”
He leaned between the two seats, reaching for something, then coming back with a giant iced coffee.
“You went out of town to get me a coffee before coming to pick me up?”
“I did. And this.”
He reached back again to produce a small bag from the same coffee shop.
“Cake pops?” I asked, my smile spreading.
They were one of my vices.
I had a hard time turning them down when I came across them. They were almost singlehandedly to blame for why I had to do an extra hour of exercise per week.
“Got strawberry, chocolate, and salted caramel.”
“Salted caramel?” I asked, grabbing it and pulling it out. “Oh, my God. This is heaven,” I told him. “Though, I’m not entirely sure it was actually that good or just tastes that good because I haven’t had one in so long.”
I held the stick out to him, and he looked over, his gaze holding mine as he took a bite of the pop.
There was absolutely no reason for my stomach to twist the way it did. Or how somewhere decidedly lower reacted when his tongue flicked out to catch a bit of frosting from the corner of his lips.
“It’s actually that good.”
“What?” I asked.
That got a slow, devilish smile to spread across his face. “The cake pop.”
“Oh. Right. Yeah. Definitely would be my first choice.”
What the hell was that about?
I mean, yes, Raff was a really good-looking guy. Not my type, but gorgeous in an undeniable way. Also, it had been a really, really long time since I’d been with a man.
I hate to admit it, but there’d been a time when there’d been a sort of… flirtation between myself and Drake. I’d spent more time than I liked to admit fantasizing about us getting together, of building this giant empire, of making an unshakable foundation for us to build a future upon.
Though, looking back, I oddly never had actual sexual feelings toward him. It was all… potential and aesthetics. I wasn’t in bed thinking about his hands and lips all over me.
I’d imagined children. But never making them.
I didn’t remember a single moment where my belly tightened or… other parts of me reacted.
Yet, Raff—who I could see no future with—flicked his tongue at the corner of his mouth, and I was needing to press my thighs together to ease the growing ache.