Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Oh shit. Daisy, no! Off the bed—it’s not a toy for you! No! Give it back! Oh my god, shit. Hahaha, oh my god. Oh, Daisy…oh no. That’s a lot of slobber. No, that’s okay, girl. I don’t want it back now, just let me turn it off first. Yes, you’re still a good girl. It’s okay. You’re such a good girl. It’s Mommy’s fault because I didn’t close the bedroom door all the way.
Um, okay. I’m back. So…that was fun.
And Daisy says hi.
October
I just got back home after taste-testing so much wedding cake at our girls’ night. And I had some champagne, too. But don’t worry, because Lily brought me home. Should I call her Lily or Zoomie when I’m talking to you? Also Jenny told me the story of how you once set your dick on fire at a party and you would have been a legend except the stench of singed pubic hair made everyone gag and bail.
And— Oh my god. That made me laugh when she was telling it, but now that I’m thinking about it again… I’m begging you, please please please don’t ever risk your beautiful cock again. I need that cock.
Oh hey, Hashtag! Wait, where are you going? Hold on a sec, Stone. Hashtag just came into the kitchen and then left again without saying anything. Hey! I brought some cake for you! Do you want to say hi to Stone?
He doesn’t want to say hi. I guess bikers are too manly and tough for that. Instead you all just punch each other hello. But Daisy wants to say hi! Come here, girl, and say hi to Daddy! Do we miss him? Do we miss him? Yes, we do. We love him so much. You’re such a sweetheart. Yes, I’ll let you out.
So…Anna was asking if I know whether you’ll make it to the wedding, and I told her that I haven’t heard from you yet. But I really hope you can come. And today I was thinking about how long it’s been since you sent a garbage update. For a while there were so many, it seemed like most of the trash must be gone. Except that one.
I really hope you get him soon.
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Maxine
“It doesn’t look like Hashtag is back yet,” Jenny says when she pulls into my driveway.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, gathering up my purse and turning to glance through the rear window of her pickup. Two Hellfire Riders have tailed us from her house, where we’ve been putting together the last of the decorations before tonight’s rehearsal and dinner. “They’ll hang out until he gets here.”
Picasso and Beaver again today, but after all these months, I think every club member has been rotated in a few times to serve as my bodyguard. Even Saxon. But some are scheduled in more often than others. I’m a little surprised that they’re still so good-natured about it, but if any have been complaining or impatient for the guard duty to end, they never let me see it.
“Thank you so much for your help! And I’ll see you tonight,” Jenny says, then laughs and shakes her head. “We’ll see if we can pull this off.”
“It’ll be amazing,” I tell her. She’s put so much work into Anna’s wedding, there’s no way it wouldn’t be.
I head into the house, where Daisy greets me with wild kisses and her tail wagging her entire body. I grin, kissing her back before letting her out. As soon as she’s back inside, I’ll play one of Stone’s videos for her…and for me. They’re the best part of every day—several times a day—when Daisy and I listen to him say she’s such a good girl.
Because aside from a few brief messages—and the flowers for my birthday—I haven’t heard anything else. Just a “We got Caballo.” Or “We got the Greek.” Stable owners who weren’t Papa. There have been six so far. But it’s been a while since more names have come.
But it’s got to be soon. It has to be.
I let Daisy inside again and we head to the kitchen at the back of the house, where she goes wild and dances happily while Stone’s deep voice rumbles from my phone. Maybe I spoil her a bit when I play it a second and third time. But she’s so cute she deserves to be spoiled.
Especially cute is how she pouts when it’s done, heading over to her favorite bed, and curling up in the late afternoon sunlight that streams through the patio door.
Then it’s my turn. After so many months, it seems like I’d run out of things to say every day. But the truth is…I’m constantly stopping myself from saying too much. Because this is hard enough for both of us. Stone knows that I miss him. So if every day was just me pouring out my heart, all it would do is lay a heavier burden on him.