Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40297 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
But Ares didn’t give me time to spiral. He lifted his hand from my hip to interlace our fingers and tug me even closer. “If seven doesn’t work for you, I’ll pick you up whenever you want.”
As I stared up at him, weighing my options, his gaze drifted over my shoulder, and his expression darkened. I turned my head just enough to see two college-age guys standing near the snack stand, staring openly at me in my swimsuit. Their gazes lingered on my legs and chest without shame, and my reaction to the masculine appreciation in their eyes was the complete opposite of what I felt when Ares looked at me. My skin crawled, and I tugged the towel a little higher.
Ares’s other palm pressed against my lower back, pulling me flush against his hard body. Then he kissed me, and there was nothing gentle about it.
His lips pressed against mine, hot and demanding. I gasped, and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping in to tangle with mine.
One of his hands slid up my back, fingers threading into my damp braid, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it. Then he deepened the kiss until my knees went weak.
Heat coursed through my veins, and I clutched at his shirt without meaning to, a tiny helpless sound escaping my throat as he devoured me. My nipples tightened painfully against my damp swimsuit, and my core clenched with pure need.
I forgot about the people who might be watching, my world narrowing to only Ares. His taste, and the way he held me like I already belonged to him.
When he finally pulled back, I was dizzy. My lips felt like they were swollen, and they tingled. His eyes were dark with satisfaction, and there was a smug curve to the corner of his mouth.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Seven o’clock, baby. Don’t make me come find you.”
Then he stepped back, released me, and walked away like he hadn’t just destroyed every defense I’d tried to build.
I stood there on shaky legs, staring after his broad back as he headed for the parking lot. My fingers touched my lips, still feeling the pressure of his kiss. It had been everything I’d fantasized about. And I knew I was in so much trouble because I didn’t think I had the strength to resist him.
5
TYRE
Iswung my leg over my bike, my thoughts drifting toward my plans with Cecily tonight. For the first time in days, a sense of anticipation hummed beneath my skin.
Just the thought of her was enough to quicken my pulse, every detail from our earlier exchange at the pool replaying vividly in my mind. My dick hardened at the thought of her smile, the heat in her gaze, and the way her breath caught when I’d stepped into her space.
I was looking forward to dinner in a way I hadn’t anticipated, enjoying the idea of finally having her entirely to myself. And even though I knew it wouldn’t happen tonight, I was also looking forward to when I’d finally have her under me. Her pretty, freckled skin flushed with desire, her hair spread across my pillow as she tossed her head back, and her perfect lips opened while she screamed my name.
Shit. I needed to think about something else or the ride would be really fucking painful.
The buzz of my phone cut into my thoughts, drawing me reluctantly back into the present. I pulled it from my pocket and glanced down at Jax’s name flashing on the screen. He rarely reached out unless he had something worth talking about. I quickly tapped open the message.
Jax
Why aren’t you in your office? Get to the compound now. Move your ass.
I rolled my eyes as I tucked the phone away, instantly shifting my focus from Cecily back to business—which helped me relax the situation in my jeans. While the club had plenty of interests, Jax had been digging deeper into the betting irregularities I’d flagged earlier this week. The underground races were too critical to Kane’s empire to risk anything slipping under the radar.
I turned on the engine and let it idle just long enough to warm up before I headed toward the clubhouse.
When I stepped into the common room, pool balls clicked in the background, and darts thunked softly into the board. On the large flat screens mounted behind the reclaimed wood bar, a motorcycle race flashed silently.
Jax, Kane, and Edge had gathered near the bar, their conversation low, their postures relaxed but alert. I’d brought Kane and Edge up to speed on the betting discrepancies a couple of days earlier, letting them know that Jax and I were looking into it. Seeing the way Jax’s eyes sharpened as I approached, I knew we’d found something significant.
“Tyre,” he greeted, glancing at his watch and then lifting a brow at me. “Glad you made it.”