Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Okay,” I sighed. “Thanks. And I’m going to leave the car here with the keys behind the gas cap. It’s all yours.”
Hunt grunted out an agreement then hung up.
I waited for the video to appear on my phone, then watched it from start to finish with the sound off so Swayze, who had buried her face into her hands, wouldn’t hear.
When it was done, I felt sick to my stomach.
“She literally just watched it.” I shook my head. “That’s really, really fucked up.”
“No joke,” she grumbled.
I sighed and shoved the phone back into my pocket.
When I had it where I wanted it, I turned around and walked to the receptionist.
“I’m taking my girl home,” I said. “Will you call when you have any news of his condition?”
I.e., when the fuck he was dead.
The poor fella.
“Sure.” She smiled at me hesitantly, her eyes going over my chest and my cut. “You look like you are part of that motorcycle club in town.”
Did the vest give it away, sweetheart?
My sarcastic comment didn’t cross my lips.
“Yep,” I confirmed, face blank.
Instead, I passed her my phone number.
I also hoped that she didn’t use it but to call me when she needed to tell me the news on my cat.
“I’ll call.” She smiled.
I backed away without encouraging her, then walked back to my girl.
“Let’s go,” I ordered. “You can ride on the bike with me.”
She didn’t even protest as I walked her outside.
When we got to the bike, it was to hear her clomping along behind me while she sniffled.
“Where will I put my foot with this clodhopper on?” she grumbled grouchily.
I walked up to my bike, swung my leg on, and then helped her climb on behind me. Then I helped her place her feet onto the foot pegs.
It slid off, then I slid it right back on again.
“It’s a short ride,” I said. “Hold on tight. Push your foot in. It’ll hold.”
She grumbled but did as I told her, and when we got started, she pressed her face into the leather cut over my back and grumbled more.
But soon, as we whipped and wound our way through the light traffic of Souls Chapel, she relaxed.
By the time we got to my place, I almost wanted to continue riding.
If it wasn’t for her foot that continued to slip off the peg, I would’ve kept riding.
She, as well as me, needed a break from today.
CHAPTER 17
I don’t want to adult today. I don’t even want to human today. Today I want to goat. Eat all day, and head butt anyone that tries to stop me.
-Text from Swayze to Trick
SWAYZE
My heart hurt.
After a really, really bad two hours, it was on the mend now that Trick was there to help distract me.
But every once in a while, I would forget what had happened that day, and what I’d seen.
Like now, for example, I was drying off stray droplets of water from my shower, and the man that had clearly been there for a while was making a bloom of heat start in my belly by the way he was watching me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked curiously.
Other than the obvious.
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “I’m just curious how you take a shower and get dressed on one foot. Now that I see all the hopping, it’s explained.”
My mouth curled into a grin.
“There’s a lot of bits flopping around, that’s for sure,” I confirmed.
His heated eyes came to me. “That’s for sure,” he agreed. “Don’t bother putting your clothes on the entire way.”
My brows lowered. “Why?”
He started taking his off.
“I already have someone covering the bar,” he murmured. “That was the only reason I left this bed earlier. And you’re here now instead of downstairs at work… so we’re going to make use of it.”
I swallowed hard.
“I had to send Jayco home because he was running a fever,” I murmured. “And I’d finished all of my paperwork that I set out to get finished today. Without Jayco, I don’t really want to get started on anything new.”
He started on the button of his jeans, and my eyes momentarily went down to take him in.
Except, before he got to the good stuff—i.e., the revealing of his penis—he stopped and gestured for me to turn around.
“What?” I asked. “Why?”
“On your hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered.
I didn’t know what or even if I could, but instead of arguing, I did the weird hopping thing all the way to the bed.
Then, after I got there, I bent over it and looked at him over my shoulder.
“Why?” I asked once I got into position.
He walked up behind me.
“Because I wanted to see your ass jiggling as you jumped in here.” He grinned and came up behind me, pressing the rough fabric of his jeans against my sensitive folds. “And now you can’t use that foot for anything but kneeling there.”