Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Unfortunately, his reaction was more proof that fucking Nova had been a bad idea. Because, fuck him, he was already becoming possessive. One thing she was concerned about.
Not good.
But, hell, Kitten belonged to Ghost. No one should be putting their hands on his ol’ lady. And get away with keeping all of their fingers.
Fucking goddamn.
He took a slow, deep inhale.
Nova took a sip of one beer before setting the pint glasses on the table, immediately climbing onto his lap and hooking one arm around his neck. “The guy playing grab ass bought our beers.”
Great.
“He also told me he’d buy all our rounds tonight if I went out back with him and sucked his dick.”
He unlocked his jaw. “And your answer was…”
“I told him I wasn’t his personal ball washer and since my ol’ man doesn’t like sharing, he wouldn’t have any fucking balls at all if I did that.”
“Good,” he once again swallowed down girl, “answer.”
A grunt escaped him when she shifted in his lap.
“Are those your keys in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?” she asked, raking her short nails through his beard.
He lifted his chin, hoping she’d scratch him there. He wasn’t used to growing a beard and it was still itchy as fuck. Unfortunately, she didn’t, but slipped her hand into his cut and planted it on his gut instead.
“Keys,” he murmured. “You got firsthand knowledge I’m bigger than that. But if you’re lookin’ for a reminder, keep squirmin’ in my lap and pressin’ that hot pussy against me.”
He reached around her, grabbed his beer and guzzled a mouthful hoping to cool off the still searing fury caused by that guy groping Nova’s ass. When he was done, he turned his head away and purposely belched loudly. Of course, he had to play his part of Ghost. He wasn’t sure if Nova would call him out on it, but since she was now fully cloaked in Kitten’s skin, she acted as if it was no big deal.
He lowered his voice just enough so he could be heard over the blaring ‘70s rock music coming from the old jukebox on the opposite side of the bar. “See any Demons?”
“Nope. And I searched on my trek to the bar while trying not to be too obvious.”
“Haven’t seen any, either. Don’t mean they won’t come in here later. Here’s the plan—”
An unexpected burst of loud laughter came from her, drawing some interest from surrounding tables, and then she leaned in, whispering, “Do I have a say in this plan?”
“If you disagree with what I’m about to say, I’m sure you’re gonna let me know.”
She sucked on his earlobe for a second before leaning back and giving him a heated look that made him want to throw her over his shoulder, beeline it right out of that damn bar and not stop until he was sandwiched between her thighs.
However, he wasn’t sure if what she did was as Nova or Kitten. It would be smart and safer for him to assume anything she said or did while at Hawg Wild was strictly Kitten.
“Work your magic. Be seen. Maybe start a little conversation, even flirt. But try to avoid these guys pawin’ you. They might do it to test me or to cause trouble since I doubt bikers usually ignore that shit when it comes to their ol’ ladies. If I gotta make a stand against one or more of them, then we might blow our cover, get our asses tossed or I just might get my ass royally kicked. Would like to avoid any and all of the above. So, side-step when you can, brush it off with a laugh when you can’t. Warn them when you need to but don’t say anythin’ to them that’s gonna fuck this up.”
“Basically, you want me to work the crowd. That’s easy enough. What are you going to do?”
“Sit here and observe. I don’t plan on approachin’ anyone tonight. Don’t want it to look suspicious by bein’ too friendly. We’re new here and unknown. This ain’t a typical DAMC hangout so, again, they might test us. Thinkin’ if we come here enough, they might let their guards down and then I’ll start makin’ small talk to get info.”
“Well, I can’t argue with any of that. But it would be smart if you interact next time by shooting some pool or playing darts. You good at that?”
“Yeah, can hold my own on both accounts. Will do that, just not tonight.”
She nodded, then gave him a heated look that made his cock take notice.
When her lips curled slightly, he knew he was in trouble.
And he certainly fucking was when she smashed her lips against his and drove her tongue deep into his mouth.
What he thought was a show for the bar, to let them know who she belonged to, quickly became a whole lot more.