Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
After a quick shower to wash off the soot and accelerants, I grab a shot and a beer from the bar and look around the room at all my brothers gathered in one room.
Some of the guys snuggle up with their women while others play games and toss back the booze. It’s a relaxing night for all of us, and I plan to enjoy it since chances are good that more shit is about to hit the fan.
I head to a pool table and worry about something else I can’t control. Jordi and Devon. We haven’t heard from them in weeks. Hell, at this point, it’s been months, and we’ve had nothing but fucking radio silence.
From my perspective, they are either—one or both of them—moles or worse dead. I pull out my phone and call Devon first and then Jordi. Both calls go straight to full voicemail boxes, and I push end.
“You’re thinking awfully hard over here, considering this is a party.” Willow’s voice is a purr in my ear, and I turn with a smile at the sight of her in a short denim dress that shows off miles of legs, a tiny waist, and a big-ass that my hands are itching to grab. “Anything I can help with?”
I appreciate her willingness to help, but still, I find myself shaking my head. “Nothing specific, hell I can’t even help myself with some of this shit.”
Something about this chick makes me forget to keep my wall up, forget that we’re not the sharing secrets kind of fuck buddies.
“Poor baby,” she says in a playful tone, and I can’t tell if she’s mocking me or pitying me. “I find that the best thing to do,” she rubs the front of her body against mine and slips the pool stick out of my hand, “is focus on something else.”
“Something like you?”
“For starters.” She bends over to line up a shot that sends two balls into separate corner pockets. “Think of it like the House effect. You know the TV show with the brilliant drugged-up doctor?”
“I don’t watch much TV. Never heard of it.”
“Well, he’s always doing something else, watching monster trucks or old movies when he’s stuck on a diagnosis, and that’s when he finally figures out what’s wrong with the patient.”
“Am I your patient, Willow?”
She shakes her head and runs her tongue across her bottom lip and then her top. “No, why? You wanna play doctor?”
I chuckle and lean forward, my voice low. “I could be your doctor.”
Willow stands up straight, her eyes level with mine. “What would you prescribe for me, Doctor Joaquin?”
I take a step forward, my hand tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “I think you need a little more of this.”
My hand slides to the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me, and I kiss her.
Willow kisses me back as our bodies press together. My cock hardens as I taste her.
We eventually pull apart. “I think that’s just what the doctor ordered,” she says breathlessly.
“Damn right he did.” I grab a pool cue, horny as ever, and adjust myself. “You think you can kick my ass at pool?”
“Pretty damn sure,” she whispers, her big eyes looking up at me as she makes her next shot. “I bet I can kick your ass at a lot of things.”
“Oh, you got jokes?”
“I do. Rack ‘em, Biker Boy.”
I laugh and shake my head as I put the balls into the triangle. She’s crazy as hell but in the best possible fucking way. “You break ‘em.”
Willow chalks her cue stick and walks around the table, eyeing the balls. “So, how was your day? Solids.”
“Good. Productive. Got to set some shit on fire. How about you?”
She shrugs, pulls back her pool cue and slams the cue ball into the rack, watching the balls scatter.
“I didn’t burn the bakery down, and I’m pretty sure we made a big-ass profit, so not too bad. I just wish I could do something to get Maven out of the slammer.”
“The slammer?” I laugh. “You watch too many gangster movies.”
She laughs, a sound pretty and feminine. “Can you ever watch too many gangster movies? My favorites are the ones with the bikers, all that powerful steel between their legs.”
I got your steel right here.
“Damn girl, you are trouble with a capital T, aren’t you?”
“I try to be just a little bit of trouble. Enough to keep life interesting.” She licks her lips and leans in close, running the tip of her tongue along the shell of my ear. “Do you find me interesting, Joaquin?”
I nod and let my lips spread into a smile. She’s so much more than interesting, and I was sure she’d be nothing more than a few fun nights. That incredible blow job at her apartment, the way she’s not shy about telling me that she wants me or showing me. Damn, I want this chick bad. And now.