Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Again, instead of fearing the violence promised by Lock’s appearance, she felt safe and protected. The temperature in the room rose, and she resisted the urge to fan herself as sweat broke out across her forehead.
Why couldn’t she get her body under control? This was the worst time to get hot and bothered over the man.
Her strong desire to grind against him felt like her body’s way of mocking her. She could make all the plans she wanted and keep all the decisions rational, but she’d still be turned on by Lock’s nearness alone. What the hell had happened to her over the past few days? She barely recognized the horny woman drooling over a man the opposite of anyone she’d ever been attracted to in the past.
“Let’s keep it simple,” Spec said, making her jump.
“You okay?” Lock whispered, placing a hand on her lower back. Pleasant tingles immediately spread straight up her spine.
“Fine,” she rasped.
Just imagining you throwing me down and ravishing me right here. No big deal.
“Tell Ollie-boy to fuck off. Act fucking furious with him.”
What? Oh, right, Oliver. Get your head in the game, girl.
With a snort, she shook her head. “It won’t be an act. I am fucking furious with him.”
Spec gave her a half smile. “Fair enough. Make him think he’s a genius. We’re keeping you until he pays up, and you’re pissed as hell about it.”
Lock cursed, and his hand flexed on her back. Two inches down, and it’d be on her ass. Would he squeeze it? Knead the muscles and smirk as she reveled in his touch.
Mind out of the gutter, you fool.
The pep talks weren’t working for shit.
“Um,” she said, fighting to keep her feet flat on the floor. If she rose to her toes, his hand might slip down to where she wanted it.
Lock shot her a concerned glance as he moved his fingers against her skin once again. This time, when she couldn’t contain her shiver, his lips curled into a mischievous grin. He winked and mouthed, “Focus,” before flirting his fingers along the band of her shorts.
Damn tease.
“Think you can do that, Bren?” Spec asked with a frown.
She jerked her gaze in his direction. “Yes. Sorry. Yes, of course. I’ll do whatever you guys need.” The need to fan herself grew unbearable, so she did just that, using her hand to move the air toward her face.
Lock snickered.
“All right. Call him some nasty names, tell him you won’t help him with shit, and he needs to contact me directly. He knows how.”
“Okay, uh, yeah, I’m ready,” she said, though the brick in her stomach said otherwise. “I got this.”
Liv gave her a gentle smile as she grabbed Spec’s hand. “We’ll give you two some privacy while you text back.”
She knew. The damn perceptive woman knew Brenna was seconds from jumping Lock’s bones. That embarrassment was enough to deflate her lust.
A little.
“Wha—” Spec started with a frown, but Liv glared at him.
“Give them a minute.”
“Absolutely,” Brooke agreed.
Before Brenna could respond, the others filed out, leaving her alone with Lock in the clubhouse. “They didn’t need to leave.”
“Yes, they did.” He pulled her close and wrapped her in a hug. He wasn’t huge compared to Jinx or some of his other club brothers, but he had a solid muscle that felt luxurious pressed up against her. Her body continued to react, flushing and growing needier by the second.
Lock blew out a long breath, squeezing his arms tighter. The move brought their torsos even closer.
Something firm pressed into her stomach. Brenna’s eyes widened, and she sucked in a quiet breath.
Holy shit, was he hard? Did he feel the crazy chemistry too?
“What is happening?” she whispered without meaning to.
“We’ll figure it out,” he spoke against her ear. If she’d thought she’d been turned on before, the hot feel of his breath on her skin proved there was so much higher she could go. He pulled back and looked her square in the eye with an intense stare she felt beneath her skin. “Okay?”
“O-okay,” she whispered as if there wasn’t any other response. The world had tilted beneath her when she drove up to that abandoned warehouse and hadn’t righted since. At first, she’d feared the shift, but now she found herself never wanting to return to solid ground.
Her life had always followed a plan. Go to school, get a job, save money, date, and get engaged.
Check, check, check. All boxes ticked, even if she’d craved something different in her head. Something heavier, something deeper, something hotter.
And now she’d landed in a world she didn’t understand, but one that got her blood pumping in the way she’d always wanted but didn’t follow any plan. It was crazy, exhilarating, and confusing.
But she wanted more.
More of the friendships.
More of the excitement.
More of Lock.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LOCK’S BLOOD RAN hot with the urge to wrap his hand around Oliver’s neck and squeeze until the man could no longer exist in the same world as Brenna. What the hell had she seen in that motherfucker in the first place? He’d shoved down his rage in favor of making sure she could hold her shit together.