Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I’ll take the phone, but I can’t promise you that I’ll be able to leave it on. That might be expected. Tomorrow if you get a call, no one better answer with names, in case I get searched. I doubt they will, but we can’t take a chance if they discover what I’m doing. They might take Streak out as collateral because he’s new.”
“You’re a stubborn asshole,” Ford growls.
“You taught me well,” I laugh just before he hangs up.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I type out a quick text to Shelby on my personal phone.
I miss you, beautiful.
Not even a minute goes by before she’s calling.
“I miss you too,” she breathes, making my cock ache. “Um…So, do you want to tell me why I have a guard outside my house?”
I chuckle. I knew she’d catch on quickly.
“I needed to make sure you were protected.” I lean back on the bed. I miss lying down with her in my arms.
“Aren’t you guys supposed to be stealthy? He’s parked right outside, damn near in my driveway. He wasn’t hard to miss in the black SUV you drive sometimes.”
“That prospect might not get patched in,” I sigh, rubbing my temple. “Clearly he’s an idiot.”
Her laugh is music to my ears, making me smile. I don’t know how much longer I can handle being without her, especially since I don’t know how much longer this is going to go on. Hell, right now each minute seems to drag by.
“You need to hurry back. I’m so lonely without you,” she says, her voice gentle and thick with emotion. Damn, my woman is sweet.
“I’m trying beautiful. I’ll find a way to try and see you soon.” It’s risky, but at this point I need her.
“Just promise me you’ll be careful.”
“You know it, Shelbers.”
She groans, making me smile harder. “You know I hate that name.”
“We could go back to me calling you freckles?”
“I could stop talking to you, too,” she threatens.
“Yeah, but you would miss my cock,” I joke.
“I’d miss you,” she whispers. My name from her lips, her tone full of emotion is all I need in this damn world.
“I love it when you say my name all soft like that,” I groan. “You make my cock rock hard without even trying, baby.”
“King,” she moans.
Her voice sends electricity through me. “Damn it, babe. You don’t know what you do to me.” I reposition my cock so its not straining so hard against my pants. I’m going to need a cold shower stat.
“I think I know what I do to you. You do the same to me. I feel so empty at night, needing you inside me…”
Fuck me,” I groan into the phone. “Are you going to play with yourself for me baby?”
“Maybe,” she teases, her voice low and smokey.
“Why don’t you slide your hand between those legs and for me, beautiful?”
“Is that an order?”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Give me what I want, Shelby.”
“Always baby,” she purrs before doing as I ask.
She’s perfection.
Chapter 26
King
As I pull my bike onto the graveled driveway, the abandoned factory looms in front of me. This place has been deserted for close to fifty years. I’m not even sure how the structure is still standing. All the windows have been busted out. The paint is long gone, leaving behind a desolate, chipped gray.
There’s one streetlamp across the street casting a yellow glow in an otherwise pitch-black night. Sitting on my bike for a second, I feel naked without my cut. Just taking it off felt wrong. I feel exposed out here on my own. It’s making my skin crawl. My entire body is tense, almost to the point of pain. There’s no one else out here. I don’t even see anyone’s bike. They must’ve parked around back.
This whole damn set up feels off as I step through the door. I’m half convinced the place is empty. All I can hear are my own footsteps echoing on the floor of broken tiles.
“You wanted me here. I don’t have time for games,” I call out, frustrated. If I’m here for nothing—or worse—I’m going to make them all fucking bleed. “If you’re just going to yank my dick, you could at least make it feel good.”
Three men walk out. There’s just enough light to see their silhouettes until they turn on toward me and the small overhead florescent light comes on, filling the room with pale light. I recognize Mongrel, BMRR’s Vice President. The other two are harder to place. One is Mongrel’s right-hand man, Chopper. The last, I have no idea, but he’s wearing a cut.
“If it isn’t the mighty King,” Mongrel drawls out. “You have some big cojones showing up here man or maybe you’re just plain stupid.”
His words are meant to rile me. He wants me mad. Letting your emotions lead you in these circumstances is stupid and that means you make mistakes. I’m not a wet behind the ears prospect. That’s not going to happen.