Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Because there’s nothing to tell.”
“There’s going to be a lot more than telling if Trip catches Easy fucking you behind his back.”
“Then good thing we’re not fucking.”
“I was born at night, bestie, but not last night. So, I guess since you’re boning Easy, you’ll be my wing-woman tonight at Pete’s, instead. That means more dick for me to choose from.”
“So, Brandy?”
Saylor sighed. “Fine. Text her and invite her if you need to keep her away from your man.”
“He’s not my man.”
“Not yet, but if you’re not careful, he’ll be your ol’ man soon enough. If I can figure it out—and I’m no detective—that means everyone else will be able to figure it out, too.”
Great.
That was not what she needed to hear right now.
Or ever.
For the past three weeks, they skipped sex a few times, hopped on Easy’s new-to-him Street 750 and went for a run in the middle of the night.
For an hour or two, they’d head out of town, over winding back roads, race down highways and cruise through closed state parks. Easy picked a different direction each time.
A couple of those times, Easy had pulled off and they had christened his sled properly. Tessa never realized how much fun having sex on a bike could be. That was, once they got the hang of it.
His new sled was so much nicer than his old one. Hearing the pride in his voice whenever he talked about his new Harley made Tessa smile.
Something Easy liked to see.
Whenever they went, Tessa would hoof it through the dark, down the half-mile long paved lane that cut through cluburbia and meet Easy along County Line Road, a few hundred yards from Trip and Stella’s farmhouse. She made sure it was far enough that no one would see them together.
So far, so good.
They remained cautious so their choice wouldn’t be stolen from them and someone else’s decision wouldn’t be shoved down their throat, possibly choking them both. Even so, Cage’s four-week deadline to quit what they were doing or come clean was quickly coming to an end.
The tightness in her chest and the churn of her stomach told her it was still too soon. She wasn’t ready for that decision because either choice was too extreme. She didn’t have a problem with continuing to explore the connection she and Easy had. But… did she want everybody in their damn business while they did that? Hell no.
The pressure for Easy to claim her at the table would start the second they came clean…
It also might mean she’d have to move out of Cage and Jemma’s place and give up being a house mouse. She wasn’t sure she wanted that, either. She had found a purpose with them when she thought she had none at all. When she couldn’t shake the idea that she’d been put on the Earth only to help her mother trap a man.
She wanted to be wanted.
Loved for who she was.
She didn’t want to be stuck with some man who didn’t love or respect her. Like her father had been stuck with her mother. She’d rather be alone than be stuck with the wrong man.
She wanted the time to figure out if Easy was the right one.
If Easy made the decision without her and went to the executive committee to claim her without her permission, did she even have the right to say no? She wasn’t sure. That hadn’t happened yet in the Fury since all the ol’ ladies in the sisterhood had been claimed willingly.
What if he claimed her and it turned out to be the biggest mistake in their lives? Could she shed his colors just as easily? Go back to being a house mouse? Or, as she feared, would it be so damn awkward and uncomfortable that she wouldn’t want to stay in Manning Grove at all? That she’d end up homeless once again.
Not a day or night went by that she didn’t think about the whole situation. Obsessed over it. Flip-flopped back and forth with her decision. She was paralyzed with fear on making the wrong one.
While she lived in turmoil about the whole thing, Easy waited patiently in his easy-going manner. He hadn’t pressured her at all and she appreciated that.
Before coming to the farm, she never gave a fuck what people thought about her. Then she became a part of the club. She never gave a shit about disappointing her mother, or even her father. But Trip? Cage? Jemma and Stella?
Disappointing them could leave a mark. Not only on them, but herself, too.
She was also coming to believe that disappointing the man she clung to as they rode through the night, might also leave a mark she couldn’t erase.
If she said yes, that she wanted him to approach Trip or even claim her at the table, then what?