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)
They’re not saying my name now, but they’re definitely hooting and hollering in celebration.
Celebration because I’m home.
Coy looks down at me with a big grin on his face and his arm squeezes around me. “Just enjoy it, baby.”
I swallow the lump forming in my throat and nod my head.
We start walking again, and with every step we take I can feel those same tingles I felt when I looked up at the sky buzzing in my veins.
Once Coy and I finally step through the front door of the clubhouse, I completely forget I was pissed at him.
I can’t seem to remember anything at all as someone near the front door spots us and the inside of the clubhouse breaks out in a fresh round of cheers.
Tears begin to prick at the corners of my eyes at the sound of my name.
I can’t even explain the emotions that are swelling inside me.
It’s this mixture of surprise, awe, and maybe even a little sadness.
Sadness because I can’t remember any of these people or this place.
Yet, they remember me.
Sensing my emotions, Coy sweeps me into his arms and kisses me dramatically in front of everyone. More cheers erupt, and when I finally manage to push him away, I’m laughing.
“Welcome home, baby,” Coy says, his eyes sparkling down at me.
Stretching up, I press my own kiss against his lips before I whisper, “Thank you.”
Coy nods his head, eyes still sparkling, and tucks me back into his side.
We try to make our way into the clubhouse but it’s slow going. Everyone is stopping us to greet him and say their welcome to me.
I can’t even count how many times big, rough looking bikers that would probably scare the shit out of me if I ran into them on the street come up to tell me they’re happy I’m back.
My head is spinning when we finally reach Poster Boy and Grem.
“Hey, boss man,” Poster Boy says to Coy then he turns to me. Lifting the beer in his hand, there’s a knowing smirk on his lips as he says, “Welcome home, Allie.”
As he tips his bottle back to drain it, I decide to mess with him.
I smile and say sweetly, “Thanks Luke.”
Poster Boy almost chokes on his beer.
Ripping the bottle away from his mouth, he’s practically gasping as he asks, “You finally remember me?”
Snickering, I shake my head. “Nope. Not at all.”
“Oh, that’s cold, Allie. Fuckin’ cold,” he grumbles, deflating, and I snicker all the more.
“Uh, Pres,” Grem says and my attention immediately snaps to him. “I don’t know if anyone has told ya this, but you got a little somethin’ on your mouth.”
Coy reaches up to touch his mouth in confusion. “What is it?”
Biting my lip, I try really hard not to snicker harder.
But fuck, I can’t contain it as Grem chuckles and says, “It looks like you’re wearin’ lipstick or somethin’.”
Realization dawns in Coy’s eyes and he rubs furiously at his mouth with the back of his hand while he growls menacingly, “Allie.”
Shaking my head, I try to pull away from him. “I warned you, but you didn’t listen…”
Yanking me back, his eyes flash, “How long has it been there?”
I probably shouldn’t tell him the truth, but it’s too hilarious not to.
“Since we left the house!” I laugh at his angry face then I stretch up to smear whatever lipstick I have left on his lips.
“Dammit, woman,” Coy growls into my mouth and then nips at me until I pull away.
Reaching up, he scrubs his arm against his lips again then asks Grem, “Is it gone?”
Still chuckling, Grem shakes his head and has to point at the corner of Coy’s mouth. “No, you still got a little right there…”
“Fuck,” Coy snaps and rubs at the corner of his lips.
“Why are you so mad?” I ask, innocently fluttering my eyelashes at him. “You marked me so I marked you. It’s only fair…”
“Clean it off,” he demands.
Sighing dramatically, I say, “Okay.” Then I reach up and use my thumb to wipe the last of the lipstick off. “But I was really liking the look of my mark on you. I was even thinking of marking you in other places later…”
Coy’s eyes narrow with suspicion. “Other places?”
I look down pointedly at his zipper then drag my eyes back up.
His eyes warm with heat as he gets my meaning and before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbing me by the hand and yanking me past Poster Boy and Grem.
“Coy!” I squeal and laugh as I stumble after him. “Where are we going?”
“I’m gonna take you up on that offer and give you a tour of my room,” he grins deviously down at me.
Shaking my head, I slap at his hand. “I said later. I want to have fun now!”
“Oh, we’ll have fun,” he assures me, his grin and the look in his eyes growing more devious.