Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
It’s been a whole fall, winter and spring since I moved in here, and over that time, Sandra, Mila and Rory have become my core team, the group of friends I always wished for as a kid, but never had. The kind that I feel I can tell anything without judgment, and hope that they feel the same way about me. I think they do. When I told them we were making it official, they became the three-person expert support team to help us get everything set up.
They made sure Chef was available to cater it, with four giant grills set up outside, and enough coolers of beer to drink a whole army under the table. They put up decorations, with balloons, and flowers and even a huge banner with Rebel’s, Mad Dog’s, Riptide’s and my names on it, linked together in an elaborate arrangement. And they made sure everyone knew to block off the day in the calendar so that we’d have a good turnout. And we do, though I bet I can blame the weather for that too.
Riptide is the first to spot me coming down from Emily’s house, where Kaylee did my hair and makeup, making me the prettiest me I think I’ve ever been in my life. Sandra suggested a more dramatic look, but much as I love her style for her, I’m glad I trusted Kaylee in this case.
He waves to me and smiles from where he’s standing with Rebel and Mad Dog. And Eagle-eye, who’s the master of this ceremony as the standing president of the Screaming Eagles MC. He made sure I used the whole title last time we talked, though I think I’m starting to know him well enough to identify his dry sense of humor. He thought it was extra amusing because he was sitting at the time.
Riptide nudges the other two so they turn to look, and if you’ve never felt the intensity of three head-over-heels bikers looking at you like you’re the sun rising after six months of rain, then I heartily recommend it. I’ve never felt as beautiful in my life. They’re one step away from one of those old cartoons with big beating hearts, wolf howls and tapping feet.
As soon as I’m close enough, Rebel wraps me in his arms and pulls me close, careful not to mess up my hair.
That comes later.
“You look fucking beautiful, Mel.”
Riptide and Mad Dog agree enthusiastically and it’s love bombing of the good kind. The earnest kind that doesn’t expect anything in return. Not that they don’t deserve it.
“You boys clean up nice too.” I run the flat of my hand up Mad Dog’s chest, feeling the contours of his muscular torso through the tight black T-shirt. The neck is wide enough to expose a nice amount of smooth skin and hangs off his broad shoulders like it was sculpted to him.
Then I turn right into Riptide, whose jeans cradle his ass like my hands like to. They sit tight over his powerful thighs, teasing what’s underneath and making me want to tear them off him right here and now. Not that I will. I think. A little risk and exposure is just fun, right?
Rebel pulls me in, pressing my back against his chest. He smells of cinnamon and sandalwood, a cologne he tried recently that makes me want to peel his clothes off to see where the scent is coming from. As soon as the other two realized, it’s become the go-to for all three of them, and now our apartment always smells like it’s trying to keep me horny twenty-four-seven. Honestly, it seems to be working. I have to send them back to their quarters some nights, just so I get some uninterrupted sleep. Mostly I don’t, though.
He turns me to face Eagle-eye, who’s just clearing his throat.
Eagle-eye looks around. “Holy shit, there are a lot of you fuckers here today.” He’s dressed up a little too, and his mustache is newly waxed. Lazing in the heat around his feet are both Jupiter and Hercules. There’s a water bowl set out for them, but for now they’re both ignoring it.
“The girls did a good job getting the word around,” I venture, then clam up when I get a sharp look with the good eye. Got it. This is his moment. Rebel gives me a little squeeze in support.
“Ladies. Gentlemen.” He shrugs. “The rest of you.”
I chew my lip, nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before and I have no idea what to expect.
“It’s my dubious honor to present to all of you, Rebel, Mad Dog and Riptide. Three brothers who have proven themselves more than once, who support their brothers and love their club. Three assholes that I’m proud to have on my team. And this time, they’ve done the fucking impossible—found a beautiful woman to love them. Somehow.”