Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“I have to go take care of stuff. Trust me, all I want to do is spend the day in bed with you.” I slap her ass. She squeals and turns over. We both slowly smile.
“Jason.” She licks her lips, her eyes huge. “I think I’m…” Cocking my head, I force myself to look away. Whatever she wants to tell me is not something that should be said right now. I back away and rub my hands through my hair as I go into the bathroom. I run the hot water and splash some on my face as I catch my reflection and freeze. The face that stares back at me is different and it’s in my eyes. They look alive, the haunted look gone. Dropping my head, I try to focus on what I need to get done rather than the gypsy in my bed. Reaching for a washcloth, I warm it up. I find her lying on our bed propped up on two pillows, legs crossed, one foot bouncing up and down. My heart tightens at her complete look of happiness. Christ!
“Spread your legs.” She doesn’t hesitate. Reaching down, I gently wipe away our sex. She inhales and our eyes lock as we stare at each other. She’s the one who breaks the connection by scooting back.
“Thanks.” She reaches for the sheet. “Jason?”
I pull open my dresser drawer and slip on another black T-shirt. “What?”
“I need a blade.”
I stop reaching for my pants to look at her. She’s serious as she stares me straight in the eyes and I can’t help but laugh and lift my hands. “I’m right here.” She rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch into a smile.
“Seriously.”
“Seriously.” I pull on my jeans. “Why do you need a knife? I’ll always protect you.”
She shrugs and picks at the satin edge of our sheet. “I’ve always had one. It wasn’t until I got with you and I’ve lived… like this.”
I reach for my pack of cancer sticks and light up. As I inhale, my eyes sweep her. My cock hardens.
“You unhappy, Angel?”
She drops the sheet and crawls to the end of the bed. When she wraps her arms around my neck, I force myself to breathe. Her full tits and hard nipples rub against me.
“Truth?” Her voice is velvet soft. I should say no. Instead, like an asshole, I nod.
“You make me happy. I think… I think I might be falling for you,” she whispers the last part, her sweet lips almost touching mine. I’m trying to get my numb brain to work. Her words stop time, and my mind goes to that dream I had the first night I took her. I love you she had said in that dream. Suddenly I feel caged, hot, like I stayed out in the sun too long. I pull back and her arms drop to her sides. Our room needs air, the scent of us making me confused. The lines are being crossed. I turn toward the door. “I’ll see about getting you one of my blades.”
“Jason, wait…” I look back and she reaches for me like a golden goddess wanting the unthinkable. She must see it in my eyes because she shrugs, says, “Nothing,” and slides back under the covers.
I’m an asshole. Rubbing my hands over my face, I glance up at the ceiling. “Look, Eve… maybe if I’m not completely wiped out tonight, we can go check on your father.”
As soon as the words are out, I regret it because she’s in my arms in a second, her sweet lips all over my face.
“Eve.” Pulling her off me, I add, “I said maybe.” I can’t help the grin that creeps out. She jumps back into my arms. The fact that I’m enjoying this alerts my fuzzy brain that I’m definitely in too deep with her.
“I got to go, babe.” She rubs her nose on mine and my heart speeds up. Unable to stop myself, I take her lips for a slow burn of a kiss and force myself to walk out.
The day drags on and when my mind clears around noon, I can’t stop thinking about her. The way she can be shy and fierce all at once. She is by far the most independent woman I’ve ever known. Yet there is a real need to nurture her and if were a nicer man, I’d let her go. She’s getting attached and I’m… I’m the president of a one-percenter motorcycle club. This thing we’ve got going is for regular people, not fucked-up souls who have no idea what these feelings are.
“Fuck you, Ryder. What do you think, Prez?” My eyes take in the table and all my officers staring at me. And I have no idea what the fuck they’ve been saying. We’ve been cooped up in here all day. It stinks of cigarettes and stale liquor. One of the beer signs in the corner is going out. The fluorescent waterfall of beer is flashing like an annoying strobe light making me want to take my gun out and shoot it.