Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“What?” She stopped again and looked up at me like I was crazy. “How are we leaving?”
“Motorcycle club,” I said, patting my cut. “What do you think I rode here?”
“B-but–I–um–I’ve never ridden a motorcycle!” she sputtered.
I grinned. “Good. I’m your first.”
Tessa turned beet red, and I wanted to beat my chest like a caveman because I knew she was thinking about a different first. My girl was a virgin. It wouldn’t have changed a damn thing about what I felt for her if she hadn’t been. But knowing I would pop her cherry, that I was the only one who would ever feel her sweet pussy wrapped around me, and the only one to see what she looked like in the throes of ecstasy…it was intoxicating and made it hard as fuck—literally—not to grab a room in that motel and make her mine right then and there.
However, I didn’t want my first time with my woman to be rushed or in a crappy motel. So I used the walk across the street to calm my raging hormones and talk my dick into standing down.
I managed to get myself to a point where the ride wouldn’t be excruciating. Well, that was what I thought until I was riding down the road with my woman’s soft body pressed against me, her arms gripping my torso, and the heat between her legs radiating through both layers of our clothing.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Taking things slow with Tessa just might kill me.
5
TESSA
When I fantasized about Kian riding in to save me, I hadn’t imagined that it would be on a motorcycle. Being on the back of it with him was amazing. I loved the freedom I felt as the wind whipped around us…and being wrapped around his muscular body. But pulling up in front of a motorcycle club was still one heck of a surprise.
When Kian parked in front of a sprawling concrete building—after driving through a manned gate, for goodness’ sake—I asked, “I thought you said you were taking me to someone who does house calls?”
“The Iron Rogues have a doctor who’s a member, like we do,” he explained as he climbed off the bike and then helped me to my feet. “I’d prefer that you saw Patch for your injury, but that’s not an option. So Blade will have to do.”
“Thanks for the ringing endorsement.”
Kian grinned at the big guy standing in the doorway. “You can’t blame me for preferring Patch when he’s my club brother and I’ve seen him work.”
“From what Mac told my prez when he called, you’re stuck with me today unless you want to go to the hospital. Which you’re still welcome to do, even though I’m a fuck of a lot better than the doctor you’d end up with in the emergency room. Not to mention you won’t have to wait for fucking ever to be seen.” His gaze landed on me, and he asked, “She’s my patient?”
Kian stepped between us. “Yeah, but give us a second.”
“Sure, Phantom. No rush. It’s not as though you dragged my ass to the clubhouse so I could help you out as a favor between our presidents or anything like that,” the other man muttered as he walked back inside.
When the door closed behind him, Kian turned to me. Gaping up at him, I whispered, “That’s the doctor who’s going to take a look at my ribs?”
“Yup, but don’t worry,” he reassured me as he started to slip his leather vest off his shoulders. “I know he looks a little rough around the edges, but he’s still a damn good doctor. The shit I give him for not being Patch is all about club loyalty and nothing to do with his ability to treat you. I never would’ve brought you here if I didn’t think he’d do a good job. I’d never risk you like that.”
After everything my dad had put me through since my mom died, the way Kian was looking out for me was almost more than I could bear…but in the best way possible. Sniffling so I didn’t cry, I murmured, “Thank you.”
“I know that you don’t know me well enough yet to get this, but you can always count on me to have your back, sweet girl,” he vowed, sincerity shining from his blue orbs.
“I’m starting to see that.”
“Good.” He slid his vest onto my shoulders and tugged my arms through the holes. “One of the ways I’m gonna protect you today is to have you wear my cut, so everyone in there will know you’re with me.”
With our size difference, the vest went all the way down to my mid-thigh. “Umm…is this really necessary? Won’t they already know if you’re right there with me?”
“I’m gonna stick by your side while we’re in there but putting you in my cut sends a stronger statement.” Placing his palm against my lower back, he guided me toward the door. “It’s a biker thing.”