Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I opened my mouth to reply, but I was rudely interrupted, “So you’re the asshole who let her ride your bike?”
Instantly, I stopped smilin’. Tensin’ as rigid as could be in the stranger’s arms.
“Who the fuck are you?” the guy who was still holdin’ me bit back, sharply haltin’ his movements with my back facin’ the boy I hated the most.
“I’m none of your fuckin’ business, that’s who.”
I snapped around, glarin’ at him. “Jackson! What the hell? Back off!”
“You know each other?”
“No—”
“That’s my girl.” He nodded to me. “She’s mine.”
I swear my jaw fell to the floor. “He’s lyin’! You don’t own me!”
“Oh, I’m the liar?”
“Rudolph...” I clenched out.
He cunningly grinned, cockin’ an eyebrow. Eyein’ solely the guy. “You know she’s only sixteen right?”
My heart dropped as did the guy whom I lied to because he urgently put me down, takin’ a step back.
Jackson didn’t waver, addin’, “Sixteen today, actually.”
“She told me she was eighteen today. It’s why we let her and her cousin borrow our stunt bikes.”
“She’s lying. If you had stopped staring at her tits for a second, maybe you would have noticed it.” Jackson’s slicin’ stare shifted over to me. “But you are dressed like a slut, so I can see why he wouldn’t respect you.”
“’Cuz you would know a damn thing about respect! Go fuck your whore, Willow!”
“Already did.”
My eyes shot open, and Shiloh grabbed my arm.
“Jackson! You’re the last person who should be talking about respect, you dick!”
“Shiloh!” Trigger intervened, gettin’ in her face. “Let the man handle his own business and stay outta it.”
“Stay out of it? Who the hell do you think you are? She’s my family. You’re nothing!”
Before they continued on, I stepped back. Noddin’ to the guy with my hand out in front of me for him to take. “You wanna go for a ride? Now or never. Your call, Romeo, ’cuz as you just saw ... I’m damn good at ridin’. Anythin’.
He reached for my hand, and Jackson released a growl from deep within his chest. Never did I expect the son of a bitch to spew,
“Ever heard of The Devil’s Rejects?”
Chapter 9
<>Harley<>
All the blood drained from the guy’s face, exactly how it did anytime someone heard those three words.
Fuckin’ Jackson.
“Creed Jameson—”
“Jackson, don’t you dar—”
“That’s her daddy.”
“You fuckin’ asshole!”
“That’s not being an asshole, Gremlin. Now this is being a fuckin’ asshole.”
In two seconds flat, he was pickin’ me up by my waist and throwin’ me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothin’.
“I didn’t touch her!” the guy shouted behind us.
“I know who Creed Jameson is too, and you don't see me standing there with my dick tucked in between my legs, do you? You fuckin’ pussy!”
“Jackson!” I kicked my legs and flailed my body around. “Put me down!”
“Stop it! I will in a second.”
“Now!”
Before I knew what was happenin’, he was steppin’ up onto the bed of Trigger’s truck where Shiloh and her lost puppy were goin’ at it.
“Shy, get in my truck!” Trigger ordered, openin’ the door for her.
“Stop calling me that! My name is Shiloh! Not Shy! Not baby! Not sweetheart, or any other stupid name you say to me!”
“Shy. Get. In. My. Truck. ’Cuz trust me, sweetheart, you won’t like me when I’m angry.”
“I don’t like you right now!”
“Get that sexy little ass in my truck, or I’ll take matters into my own hands. But either way, baby, you’re gettin’ in.”
“Ugh!” She stomped her foot. “I’m only getting in because Jackson is holding Harley hostage. I don’t like you, I don’t want to talk to you, and I don’t want to go home with you. Understood, you arrogant asshole?”
“Wooowhee, hearin’ you cuss is doin’ all sorts of things to my cock, Shy. I should get you angry more often.”
“Is there anything that doesn’t get your dick hard?”
“Not when it’s near you, baby.”
“You’re so gross. This is exactly why it would never work between us. You’re a caveman and I’m a lady.”
“Shiloh, get in my fuckin’ truck before I show you how much of a caveman I really am.”
“Ugh! I hate you, Jackson!” With that she tried to step in, and he slapped her ass.
“You pig—”
“Shy, after seein’ ya ridin’ that bike, it’s only a matter of time before you’re ridin’ my cock that way too.”
He didn’t allow her to respond, carryin’ her up into his truck like I told her he would earlier before shuttin’ the door in her face.
Great. Now we were with two cocky bastards.
I blinked, and I was straddlin’ Jackson’s waist. His back was against the front cab of the truck.
Within seconds, the engine rumbled to life. Vibratin’ hard under our bodies. Unintentionally causin’ my legs to tighten around his core.
“Baby girl likes that, huh?”
“You wish, jackass.” Trigger drove off, and I asked, “What do you think you’re doin’?”
“Saving your ass like I always do.”