Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Yep,” she smiles.
“Show me the stop.”
She points it out.
“Show me the start.”
Again, she does as she’s told, knowing damn well she won’t get away with pushing the limits twice.
“Alright,” I say before pointing out a big tree. “If you go past that tree, I’ll have to turn it off, okay? You need to stay where Daddy can see you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she says before taking off again, this time at a speed that doesn’t send me to an early grave. Heading back to the girls, I pick up all my things out of the grass and dust myself off as I watch Georgie puttering around the property.
“She’s doing great for her first time,” Elle says, proudly rocking the messy sex hair, making me wonder if I took longer with Georgie than I thought . . . or perhaps Logan has really mastered the quickie and doesn’t know how to appropriately satisfy his woman. Though judging by her flushed cheeks, she’s more than satisfied.
“She sure is,” I say. “She’s too confident, though. I don’t want her getting ahead of herself.”
“She’ll be fine,” Bri says. “Besides, if she hurts herself, we have a nurse here to patch her up.” I find myself looking over to Gigi and seeing the wide smile on her face, I can’t help but feel at peace, knowing she’s enjoying herself. And for some reason, it scares the shit out of me.
Keeping my eye on Georgie, I dump everything out of my pockets and head over to my dirt bike and get it started, unable to resist heading out there to ride with her. Hitting the accelerator, I speed up the dirt road to catch her before slowing to her pace. I can practically hear her giggles over the sound of the engines, and it fills my heart with pride.
She’s so amazing.
A lot of kids would be too scared to even try it, yet here my Georgie is absolutely rocking it. Maybe I could put her in competitions. I can only imagine what Sara would have thought about that. Fuck, she’d have my balls churning through a meat grinder in seconds.
I ride with Georgie for a while before Logan and Carter come racing up behind us. Cass and Jax come back from their ride, and it soon turns into a pissing contest with Logan refusing to give in until he wins.
We pass a massive puddle, and I point it out to Georgie, telling her to be careful not to end up in it. Only in true Georgie fashion, she doesn’t listen. Instead, she speeds up and flies right through it, sending a wave of mud up all around her, absolutely soaking Jax and Logan.
I put my hand out, indicating for her to stop, but she zooms right past me, high-fiving my outstretched hand with her evil little chuckle following behind, and honestly, I can’t blame her. Jax and Logan won’t hesitate to get her back and she knows it.
“Holy shit,” Carter laughs as he takes in the boys drenched in muddy water. “That was fucking hilarious.”
“That kid’s going to get it,” Logan says before racing after Georgie.
“I second that,” Jax grunts before joining them.
Georgie turns back with a smug grin, thinking she’s gotten away with it, but seeing them coming for her, her eyes widen and she squeals. Reaching the big tree she’s not allowed to ride past, she jumps off, leaving the bike running, and takes off on foot. Logan and Jax come to a stop and take off after her to make it a fair fight, and I thank my lucky stars when Logan takes a moment out of his revenge to grab Georgie’s four-wheeler that’s rolling dangerously close to a hill. He cuts the engine and takes off at a sprint to catch up.
Going after the four-wheeler, knowing Georgie isn’t going to run all the way back to get it, I bring it back over to our group when I turn to find Georgie thrown over Logan’s shoulder while he tickles her. She screams and begs to be put down, but I know the boys won’t stop until they have their sweet revenge, and I can’t help but mentally prepare for her inhaler, knowing this is a bit much, but where the fuck do I draw the line? The kid has to have enjoyment in her life, otherwise, what’s the fucking point?
Since her hospital stay last weekend, she’s been doing great, but I head over to her bag and grab the inhaler anyway. All this screaming and running couldn’t be great for her lungs.
Realizing they’re taking her right back to the muddy puddle, I groan, knowing damn well I left her change of clothes on her bed. And not a moment later, I stand back, shaking my head as I watch the two grown-ass men having a mud fight with my toddler.