Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
All because I’m weak and pathetic and couldn’t bring myself to get on his bike.
To other couples, it probably wouldn’t be an issue, but with Coy…
His life revolves around that motorcycle. It’s a part of him. It’s weaved into his very being. He needs to ride like the rest of us need to breathe.
What kind of relationship are we going to have if I can’t share that with him?
Will he eventually grow to resent me?
I can’t remember our past and I can’t get on his bike—
“Stop it,” Coy growls, cutting into my thoughts.
“Stop what?” I ask, twisting back around to face him.
Coy gives me a warning look. “Stop thinking whatever the fuck you’re thinking.”
I bristle a little over his tone. “How do you know I’m thinking something?”
“It’s all over your face,” he says, finally taking his eyes off me as he slows the minivan and brings it to a stop.
He lets go of my hand to put the van in park, but quickly grabs it again when I start to pull it back.
Using my hand to tug me closer, he grabs my face and looks deeply in my eyes. “Like I said earlier, we’re not gonna let this fucking stop us. I mean it, Allie, we’re gonna fuckin’ rise above this shit. So you can just stop thinking whatever it is that you’re thinking and get over it. Got it?”
I roll my eyes and start to pull away. Where does he get off telling me what I can and cannot have in my own brain?
“You can’t tell me what I’m allowed to think, Coy.”
His voice drops back down to a growl as he says, “The fuck I can’t.”
When I roll my eyes again and try to pull away, he yanks me closer and presses a hard kiss against my mouth.
The fucker kisses me until my insides start to melt.
Then he breaks the kiss and rasps against my lips, “You’re going to have fun tonight, Allie, and that’s a fucking order.”
When I scoff and start to stiffen, he kisses me again.
Goddammit.
He’s totally an overbearing dick, but I can’t stop myself from kissing him back.
“A lot of people have put a lot of time and effort into this party for you. There’s a lot of fucking people that are excited that you’re back. Don’t fucking ruin it,” he growls when he finally pulls away.
Eyes black as coal, they bore into me, daring me to defy him.
“Ugh, fine,” I say, giving up. He’s so fucking stubborn, there’s no point in fighting about this. Let him think I’ll obey. “I’ll have fucking fun, Coy.”
“You fuckin’ better,” he warns then gives me another kiss before getting out of the van.
I shake my head and watch him stomp around the front through the windshield. Undoing my seatbelt, I reach for the door, but he yanks it open before I can touch it.
Grabbing me by the hand, his favorite pastime, he tugs me out of the van.
As my boots touch the pavement, I have to take a deep, calming breath.
I will not murder him.
I will not murder him in front of his brothers.
Slamming the door shut, Coy yanks me into his side and wraps his arm around me, keeping me close as we walk up to the clubhouse.
To outsiders, it probably looks like he’s being sweet, but I know he’s doing it to keep me from running away from him.
Gritting my teeth, I try to focus on the building in front of me and not the asshole who has me in death grip.
The building is two-stories high, rectangular, and made of brick that’s been painted inky black. Hanging above the door and lit up by lights is a huge sign of the Royal Bastards patch. The grinning skull wearing a crown flanked by two motorcycles.
It’s looks exactly like what I expected it to look like—a haven for outlaws.
In front of the building there’s a long line of parked motorcycles, mostly black with a couple of different colors mixed in. People are scattered in small groups around the motorcycles, laughing, talking, and drinking.
When Coy and I get closer, a few of the guys recognize him and call out to him. “Hey, Pres!”
Coy nods his head and lifts his hand to them, and I swear I can feel his chest starting to puff up with pride.
I’m seriously considering tripping him when someone suddenly yells out in a deep booming voice, “Hey, it’s Allie! Fuck yeah! Welcome home, Allie!”
Cheers erupt, and more and more people start yelling out into the night until my name becomes a roar.
My feet stop and goosebumps breakout across my flesh.
Coy and Poster Boy have both said I’ve been missed by the club, but I didn’t really believe it. How could I? To me the club is simply unknown, faceless strangers…
But now…
“Coy,” I whisper and look up at him in awe as the cheers go on and on.