Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I don’t, either.
But it doesn’t make it right.
“Colt sleeps with different women practically every night,” she goes on. “Do you think his love for her has stopped him?”
I close my eyes, not wanting to admit that the thought of him sleeping with other women after what happened last night makes me feel even more pathetic, and maybe a little jealous.
I need to snap out of this.
If I don’t, I’m going to get caught up in feelings I can’t control.
That will not happen.
Colt can’t stand me. I need to go back to acting like that doesn’t bother me at all.
I exhale. “You’re right. Someone is still out to make my life hell, though, and I have no idea who it is.”
“Well—” Bonnie claps her hands together “—we’re going to find out. Let’s go to that café they loved. Today. We’re going to get some answers.”
This is why I love her.
She gets right to the point.
No messing around.
“Let’s do it,” I agree.
Whoever this is better look out, because he or she is messing with the wrong person.
They might have driven Chloe out of town.
They won’t be doing the same to me.
Not on my watch.
6
THEN
“You sure this is a good idea?” Colt murmurs, glancing at the house. “Been left alone for a long time, it’s a lot of work.”
I stare at the house in front of me, and my heart swells. It might be a lot of work, but it’s the kind of work that brings so much joy. The house has memories, it has stories, and it’s right next to the club. It’s the perfect place for us, and it’s something I can finally call my own. Something I can be proud of. I want to fix it up. I want to push love back into the walls. I want to make it a home.
“You can’t change my mind,” I say, flashing Colt a smile. “I’ve already put an offer in.”
He gives me a look that tells me he isn’t happy with me going ahead and doing this without talking to him, but it’s my money, and I’ve been saving for a long time to be able to get something of my own.
When I first came to this town, I didn’t want to stay. Then I met Colt and we fell in love. It has been the most challenging, terrifying, beautiful story, and I knew I couldn’t leave him after a mere few weeks in his presence. So, I quit my job and found one here. I got my own place and as our relationship grew, so did my need to lay down roots. When this house by the club came up, I knew I had to take it.
“You sure you want to be so close to the club?”
I roll my eyes. “I have practically lived there since the beginning of our relationship; I think I can handle it.”
He grunts.
I love his rugged, moody, grumpy ass.
“I know what you’re like when you set your mind to somethin’ so I guess I’m goin’ to be helpin’ you clean this joint up?”
I grin, clapping my hands together. “So, you’re on board?”
“Do I get a fuckin’ choice?”
I leap at him, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my lips against his. He kisses me, deep and hard, and my entire body heats within a matter of seconds. I smoosh my body against his, and his hand moves down to grip my backside, holding me closer. God, the way this man makes me feel ...
We won’t even get started on how incredible the sex is.
He knows how to fuck, and oh, does he make me come alive often.
Pulling back, my body on fire, I look up at him. “We should wait until it’s really mine before marking it, don’t you think?”
He growls, squeezing my bottom. “We can mark it right fuckin’ now.”
I bite my bottom lip, feeling his rigid cock against my belly.
“We’ll save it. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
The little smile I give him does nothing to stop his growl of frustration.
God, I love him.
“You can take me back to your room, if you’re so desperate now,” I purr.
Without another word, he grips my other ass cheek with his free hand and hauls me up so my legs are around his waist. Then he turns and walks with determination back to his truck. My laughter fills the bushland around us. He drives me back to the clubhouse where he carries me into his room and devours me. He fucks me. He consumes my body. And that’s just a quickie in his world.
By the time we’re done, I’m flustered and red in the cheeks.
“You two need to slow down, you’re makin’ the rest of us look like amateurs,” Mex, my other favorite dark and mysterious biker, says.
Outside of Colt, Mex is my pick of the bunch with his dark hair, silvery grey eyes, and big, strong body. He’s gorgeous, and he is always nice to me. He made me feel right at home. Between Fury and him, I’ve always got someone to chat to when Colt is busy. The other guys in the club mostly keep to themselves, and I don’t blame them. They’re never very willing to talk much in front of me.