Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“No shit, woman. Wanna find your daughter?”
“Yes!”
“Willin’ to do whatever you gotta do to get it done?”
“Yes!”
“Then gotta do what I say. No lip. No backtalk. No nothin’. Got me?”
“Uh...”
“Gonna get some prospects to move your shit into storage if you got too much. Basics come here for now.”
“Um...”
He lifted his hand again to stop her. “No lip. Got me?”
No matter what he wanted, she was asking this question: “You don’t expect me to sleep with you?”
“Bedroom door will be open. You wanna climb into my bed an’ fuck me, ain’t gonna complain. You don’t, ain’t gonna complain. Ain’t takin’ payment out in sex. Never needed to pay for pussy an’ ain’t gonna start now. You wanna climb on my dick, it’s on you. Do it ‘cause you wanna, not ‘cause you gotta. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she echoed him on a breath, her heart racing at everything he just said.
She just got a job, sort of, a free place to live, sort of, and this man, this biker, stated he was going to get her daughter back. She hoped that wasn’t “sort of.”
This couldn’t be real.
None of this could be real. She had to be caught in some sort of alternate reality. She was just having some weird dream.
She reached into the black leather vest with the dirty patches he was wearing and pinched him.
He jerked. “What the fuck?”
“I’m just making sure this is all real.”
“By pinchin’ me?”
“Yes. I can’t very well pinch myself, right? If I’m dreaming, I’d only imagine myself doing it.”
He snorted. “You’re crazy, woman. But got a better way for you to tell this is all fuckin’ real.” With that, he dropped his head, jerked her closer and crushed his lips to hers.
He took advantage of it when she gasped, slipping his tongue in between her lips and exploring her mouth thoroughly. She clung to him as her knees went weak. His rough beard scraped against her skin, his tongue took control of her mouth, his erection pressed into her belly. He grabbed one of her hands and shoved it between them, curving it over his hard-on. He lifted his head slightly, his lips just above hers.
“Real enough for you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, his heat, his hardness making her squeeze her thighs together.
He let her go and stepped back. “Good. Door will be open at night. Your choice what room you end up in. Got me?”
“Got you,” she answered, her voice a bit breathless at the thought.
“Not obligated to do anythin’ but be the club’s hostess, baby girl.”
“Okay.”
“Can help keep shit clean ‘round here, though. Ain’t gonna bitch if you do.”
“Okay,” she repeated as if in a trance.
“Got the rest of the night off. Go home an’ pack. Need your address. Prospects will be there first thing in the mornin’ to grab your shit. Party at church tomorrow night. Will get Moose to run the club. Gonna take you an’ introduce you ‘round. Gonna talk to Diesel an’ Kiki. Maybe even Bella’s ol’ man, who’s a pig.”
She had no idea who he was talking about. And before she could ask, he continued.
“Cover yourself up for the party at church. This club you can let it all hang out. That club, no. Got me?”
She shook her head. “I’m confused.” This club, that club. A church. A pig. She had no clue what the hell he was talking about. Her head was spinning.
“Won’t be for long, baby girl. Promise. If you got a lease, break it tomorrow an’ let me know how much I need to pay.”
“But—”
“No lip.”
Right. No lip. She wasn’t allowed to argue with anything he said or did. But he was going to get her daughter back. That’s what he said. So for now, she’d follow his rules.
Then once she had Lily back in her custody, she could go on with her life as scheduled. Find another teaching job, find her own place. Tip her life back right-side up.
She could deal temporarily with his overbearing bossiness.
Who knew her savior would be wearing a leather vest, big black biker boots, worn jeans, a bunch of clunky silver jewelry and sporting a heavy beard, as well as a plethora of tattoos?
Not her.
Chapter Six
Dawg eyeballed the blonde with the killer curves, stunning blue eyes, and a mouth that could make a grown brother cry, as she worked the floor. She’d borrowed a slinky midnight blue, cling-to-every-curve, low-cut dress from Savannah and had bought herself a pair of strappy, sexy heels with the cash he’d given her before she’d left this morning.
And he’d been sporting a raging hard-on almost all afternoon. Hell, almost from the minute she walked out onto the floor.
Jester and Rooster had brought over some of her shit earlier. In fact, he’d still been in bed and half-asleep when they arrived. They carried her stuff into the spare bedroom and quickly split after telling him they had left her in the rental office of her complex breaking her lease like he told her to.