Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Said who?”
“Me,” I huff.
“I think,” Muff steps up closer to me, those green eyes filled with mischief as he pulls me closer, “you liked it, and you’re just too afraid to admit it.”
“I didn’t,” I say, trying to stop my voice from shaking so it doesn’t give me away.
“Why are you so afraid of lettin’ your hair down? Nobody would judge you for enjoying that. Plenty of us do.”
“I let my hair down,” I scoff. “I mean... I do...sometimes.”
He raises a brow, not releasing me. “When was the last time you did somethin’ truly wild?”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to think of something. “Well, last week, I left the store without paying for something.”
Muff chuckles. “When you figured it out, you went back and paid. Doesn’t count baby, try again.”
I hum. “I went on a rollercoaster once.”
His grin grows bigger. “So has the rest of the world. No, I want something that is outside the norm, something thrilling, adventurous or downright filthy.”
“I can’t think of anything right now, but I’m sure there’s something...”
“Baby, there ain’t.”
“You don’t know,” I push back, pouting. “I could have a long list of wild things you don’t know about.”
His eyes dance with amusement. “I’m goin’ skydiving on the weekend, come.”
I blink. “I beg your pardon?”
“Sky. Diving.”
“Since when?”
“Friend of mine had two bookings he can’t use, so I took them. Was goin’ to tell you today. Now, I don’t need to because you’re coming.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, putting my hands up. “No way in hell. I’ll die.”
“It’s perfectly safe, baby. They’re trained professionals.”
“So, if I google the history of skydiving, I won’t see any deaths?”
He chuckles. “Come on, Jaybird. Love that you’re careful, but I want to see that fire inside come out.”
“I’m not as crazy as you, Muff. You should have thought of that before deciding to breed with me.”
A low laugh escapes his lips as he hooks an arm around my waist again. “Stop your sulkin’, princess. I’m more than happy with my choice.”
I frown. “Well, good, because I’m not going skydiving.”
“At least come in the plane with me?”
I scrunch up my nose, then huff out a breath. “Fine, but don’t think that means I’m jumping because I absolutely am not.”
“Deal,” he murmurs, bringing his lips down to mine.
I kiss him, long and deep, but a little part of me is slightly deflated.
Does Muff find me boring?
He’d never say it, but he’s made more than one remark about me coming out of my shell and living a little.
He lives his life to the fullest, and I love that about him. If there is an opportunity for him to do something completely crazy and out of this world, Muff will take it. He is the man who has tried all the drugs when he was younger, partied all night, done wild and crazy things with the club, and will happily tell you about it. He never let a single part of it shape him, but it’s in his spirit, and that shows.
I’m the opposite.
I’ve never tried drugs, never done anything crazy, and I’ve always played it safe.
Is that a bad thing?
I just don’t know.
I can’t help but worry Muff will find me a bore eventually.
His wild spirit and my timid nature work beautifully together, but they also clash.
It’ll just depend on which one comes out the strongest in the end.
2 – Muff
THE WHOOSH OF AIR SLAMS against my face as the plane door is opened, and the world below comes into view. Grinning, I turn to Janine, who is staring, eyes wide, her back pressed against the plane wall and her seatbelt is so tight I’m certain that if this plane did go down, she’d still be in it by the time they found her.
She looks terrified.
Fucking adorable when she looks so scared.
“Are you sure this is safe?”
Her voice is difficult to hear over the low humming of the plane and wind.
The instructor, who is doing all the final checks, answers her question without even looking up.
“It’s safe,” he tells her, tightening a strap. “I frequently do this. Never had an accident.”
“Sure you don’t want to jump with me?” I say, taking a pair of goggles he hands me.
Janine shakes her head quickly, looking terrified.
For a woman who spent most of her time with a club that was as rough as they come, she’s very timid. Janine doesn’t take risks, and she doesn’t step outside the box. Not if it means she is risking her safety. I love seeing her laugh and let her hair down, but it isn’t an easy task getting her to that point. She holds that wall she has built up so tightly against herself, it’s hard to chip away at.
I want to see her a little wild.
“Ready?”
Nodding at the instructor, I give him the thumbs up as he attaches me to him, and we get ready for the jump. Then, before I know it, we’re soaring out of the plane. The feeling that washes over me is absolutely inexplicable. My laughter and the bellow of joy is drowned out by the loud wind, but the adrenaline rushing through my veins as we soar through the sky is something I’ll never forget. It’s the best feeling in the world when your body is in this state. It’s the same rush as being high, and if you’re not careful, you can spend your life hunting it down just to feel it again.