Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Then my heart sank in my chest as I finally spotted him among the masses.
He was sitting on the gazebo, shirtless, with his black cap sitting firmly atop his head. His chest was bare, revealing the lovely ab muscles I’d been dreaming about for over two weeks. His bottoms were a pair of jeans that were so full of holes, that they might as well be shorts for all the air his legs were getting. Those big beautiful arms of his were lined on the back of the bench.
Then there was the cute girl in a string bikini and knockers the size of Texas.
Sebastian laughed as the girl snatched the hat off his head and sat it firmly on her own, and my hopes for anything more with the man sank to the bottom of the Pacific. Head hanging in devastation, I shored up my defenses and smiled faintly at Winter who was looking at me closely.
“All right, I’m going to head inside to see if I can find something to get this stopped. If we’d taken the cutlass I could’ve taken care of it already.” I joked.
“If we’d taken your car, we’d have never made it here.” Winter shot back before I lost sight of her as I made my way into the house.
I bypassed the open kitchen and family room area, heading to the hallway where I hoped there was a bathroom.
“Can I help you with something, sugar?” I looked over my shoulder to see an older man with one hell of a beard coming out of one of the rooms I’d just passed.
He was also wearing a leather vest just like the one Sebastian wore.
If I was into older men, I’d totally go for him, but I was currently pining over a man that had a girl stuck to his body, and couldn’t fully appreciate the bounty that was before me.
“Uhh, yes, actually. I need a Bandaid and a bathroom.” I explained hesitantly, holding up my hand for him to see the devastation.
“First door on your right, sugar.” He said before he disappeared back down the hallway.
The door I came to was actually a bedroom, not a bathroom, and I prayed it wouldn’t be Sebastian’s. There was no way I could handle that. Sadly, my luck was never good.
Chapter 5
I can tell by the way you park your car that I hate you.
-Female logic
Sebastian
“Shannon, do you think you can get the fuck off me? It’s too hot out here for you to be hanging on me. Go find somebody else to sit on, and give me back my goddamned hat.” I gritted through clenched teeth.
I’d been dodging the woman’s grabby hands all fucking afternoon, and if I had to deal with it much longer, I’d be saying something I’d regret. It didn’t matter if the girl was a brother’s little sister. I’d kick her ass out just as I’d do to anyone that annoyed me.
I dealt with enough shit on a daily basis in between the bullshit drama at work and the club to have to deal with other people’s shit in my own home.
“Sebastian!” Shannon whined as I took my hat back from the little hoochie and replaced it back on my head.
“Hey, boy. You got a girl inside that cut her hand. Looks pretty bad. Maybe you should go take a look.” My father, the president of The Dixie Wardens MC, said as he took the seat beside me.
I sighed. I was tired. “What’d she look like and where’s she at?”
His father smiled and looked out over the lake. “Sent her to your room. Cute little thing. Short shorts. Tight top. She’s got blonde straight hair all the way down to mid back. Muscular.”
My heart sped as I listened to my father explain exactly the way Baylee looked to me. I’d hoped she would come, but wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it. Nor was I sure if she’d even want to be around me anymore. Her brother had to have said something to her regarding me. Hell, I would have.
“Thanks, pops.” I said as I strode toward the house.
I passed quite a few people wanting to chat, but I only gave them cursory nods as I walked in through the sliding glass door and walked hastily to my bedroom.
I found her bent over the sink, letting her hand hang over the porcelain bowl as she applied pressure to the dressing. Her legs looked fucking remarkable in those short shorts with the rhinestones on the ass. The shorts couldn’t be much longer than maybe three inches past her crotch, and just that little bit of knowledge had my dick raging to be let loose.
“You need some help, Baylee?” I finally asked when her head remained hung.
She startled and squeaked, whipping around quickly as her unhurt hand flew to her chest. “Holy shit, Sebastian. You scared the ever loving shit out of me.”
I smiled, and then let my eyes roam from her pretty face to her cleavage that the low-cut shirt she was wearing exposed. “You look...” I hesitated, not even able to place the words.
“Like a mess?” Baylee supplied with raised eyebrows.
“Edible.” My overstimulated brain finally managed to blurt out.
She snorted and spun back around to the sink.
Walking up behind her, I placed both of my hands on either side of her and leaned in, surveying the damage.
I could smell the cool, sweet smell of her lotion, and that alone made me hard as a pike. Which, in turn, made me put a little more distance between our bodies just in case she leaned back accidentally. I didn’t want to scare her.
“What’s the damage?” I asked.
She shivered slightly and turned her hand over, removing the dressing from her hand. Or what I thought was a dressing. “Is that a pad?”
She laughed. “Oh, God. This is embarrassing. Yes, it’s a pad. It’s all Winter had.”
I joined in her laughter as I surveyed the cut. “I’ve got some 4X4s in the cabinet in front of you. Some alcohol in there too. Would you rather a Bandaid or vet wrap?”