Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Uhhh,” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I’m Tally. Tally Slater.”
The man’s grin was enough to make me quake in my boots.
I had the unusual desire to confess my sins. Just blurt every single one of them out.
I stole a pizza slice in the fifth grade from a kid that coughed on my lunch. At the age of sixteen, I took a joy ride in my mom’s car, and threatened to run away. When I was eight months pregnant, I accidentally stole a package of pacifiers and was too tired to return them. They’re still in a box at home, waiting for the day that I can return them without feeling like a complete and total dumbass.
Oh, and I am having sexual relations with my teacher!
“What did you just say?”
That voice…it was one that sent shivers up and down my spine, at the same time
“Uhhh,” I murmured, licking my lips. “I didn’t mean to say any of that out loud.”
“It’s not every day that I have a woman confess all her sins,” the man in front of me chuckled. “But it’s nice to know that you won’t have a problem telling the truth. My boy there deserves a woman who won’t fuck him over.”
My brows rose.
“Have you had a woman fuck you over before?” I asked him, my head tilting slightly to the side to take in Tommy’s eyes.
They looked bluer today. I don’t know if it was because his face was more scruffy than normal, or if it was because he had dark circles underneath his eyes.
He still looked delicious, though, regardless of his messy hair, unkempt beard, and his obvious exhaustion. Especially since he was in jeans and a t-shirt instead of the hospital scrubs I normally saw him in.
“Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” I asked him, eyeing the beer that he popped open.
He grunted.
“Was that supposed to be a yes?” I pushed.
He sent a glare in my direction.
“What are you, my mother?” he challenged.
I gritted my teeth.
“No,” I denied. “I’m your girlfriend who is concerned about your well-being. I was just wondering if I should drive you home or not.”
“I’m staying here,” he grunted, returning his eyes to the men that were watching us like we were the main event. “What the fuck are y’all looking at?”
His snapped words only had grins popping up on the men’s faces.
“All right, darlin’,” the big man in front interrupted. “My name is Big Papa. This is Ghost,” he pointed at the man who spoke to me when I’d first gotten here. “You know Tommy. That’s Seanshine,” he pointed at the angry man who couldn’t take his eyes off of Ellen. “Then you have Truth and the New Guy over there making dinner.”
New Guy was obviously new to the club seeing as his was the cleanest looking leather cut in the room. He was at the stove stirring a pot of what smelled like chili with a badly scarred hand.
Truth, I had met, when he and Tommy rescued me and Tallulah after my 4-Runner was swept off the road in rising flood waters. Considering I was terrified and in a little bit of shock then, I hadn’t taken the time to really appreciate him.
He was gorgeous. Tall with longer black hair that brushed the nape of his neck, and beautiful green eyes that were piercing in their clarity. He was also carrying…a sword?
“Uhh,” I murmured. “Hi.”
Truth grinned.
“I won’t bite,” he winked.
Tommy growled and pulled me roughly into the curve of his arm, tucking me securely against his side.
“Go the fuck away, Truth,” Tommy snapped.
Truth held up his hands.
“Guess you’ve been through the Beer Barn already tonight. How many did you have on the way home?” Truth questioned.
Tommy glared. “I’ve had a quarter of a beer on my way here…so sue me. My shit day is burned into my soul.”
Truth nodded once, his eyes going distant, and I took advantage of that moment of silence and started to pull Tommy toward the door.
“How about we take this outside?” I asked him, pulling him along in my wake.
Though I wasn’t fooling myself. Had he not wanted to come, I would’ve still been standing back there in the middle of all those men. The man was as immovable as a freakin’ tree due to his mass.
“Where are you planning on taking me?” he asked.
I was heading in the direction of the back porch when I saw it occupied by about ten ladies, all of whom were scantily clad.
“Who are they?” I asked as I diverted off course and headed into the direction of the front of the house, right back past the men who were still staring at us, not talking.
“Those are sluts and hoes,” he murmured, taking another drink. “Isn’t that what they looked like?”
One of the men snorted, but it was Aaron that started to growl.