Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Really? That’s Mia’s room now.”
Shelby's fingertips dance over my skin, just barely there as she finishes up. “There.”
“Gonna kiss it better?” I joke, not thinking of how it would sound.
She blinks up at me and her cheeks flush pink.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be creepy. You’re just doctoring me up and—never mind.” I lift her hand instead and kiss the tips of her fingers. Fuck, why did I do that? She’s gonna think I actually am a fucking creeper. “I’m going to go check the gutter. Is there still a ladder on the side of the house?”
“Um, I think so?” she still looks a little flustered.
Yeah, fucking thought so. “Okay, no problem. I’ll go figure it out.”
“Wait.” She stops me as soon as my hand is on the front door. “Is it hard? Can you show me how to do it? Just in case?”
Jesus. She coulda phrased that differently, but I understand.
“You really want to see?”
Shelby nods. She pulls a hair tie off her wrist and twists her brown curls up into a messy bun. “I want to know how to do this stuff. It’s just me and Mia here, and I hate feeling like I can’t do something. It’s like that video that went viral, right? How hard can it be? Boys do it.”
Fuck she’s cute. “What if the boys do it ‘cause we like being useful? What are you gonna leave us with?”
She gives me a playful grin as she saunters up to me and bumps me with her hip on the way out the door. “Do you know how to work the washing machine? Make dinner?”
“Is that a fucking challenge? I’d be a pisspoor excuse for an adult if I was nearly thirty and couldn’t wash my own clothes or feed myself, girl.”
“Really?” She has the audacity to look a little surprised.
“Yeah, fucking really. Don’t mean I don’t like the idea of having someone who wants to take care of me sometimes, just like I’d want to take care of them, too. But when I have to, I can take care of myself.” I lead her around the side of the house, finding the metal ladder right where I left it, but covered in weeds and high grass.
I get the ladder up and check the corner I was worried about. Sure enough, most of the gutter is fine but there’s a clump of wet leaves and debris gathered right near the downspout. I climb down and hold the ladder for Shelby as she goes to look, it puts her ass right in front of me, and I’m not a good enough man to not look.
Shelby watches as I rinse my hands off with the hose after clearing the clog and checking to make sure it’s flowing free again. “Do you have someone to take care of?”
“Nah. Most of the sluts are just passing through, you know? They’re looking for a good time but don’t care too much who they have it with. Fuck! Sorry! That’s just what we call the—”
She waves it off, but even I can see the hurt on her face. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Mia’s dad was a biker. I might look like a boring PTA mom now, but I guess I was one of those girls when I was younger.”
Stupid fucking mouth! I was never good at saying the right things, and biker life doesn’t make you fit for polite company. I take a deep breath and try again. “You don’t look like a boring PTA mom. Unless PTA moms are fucking hot. If I had someone like you, I’d definitely want to take care of them.”
Shelby blushes, and this time when she looks away, I don’t think it’s because I’ve fucked up. “You’re sweet, you know that?”
Sweet?
Last night I was pounding someone’s face in, and this morning my laundry skills were put to the test because there was blood all over my clothes. I’ve been called a lot of things, but sweet ain’t one of them. Am I reading this wrong? Is this flirting? It’s so much easier at the club. When someone crawls into my fucking lap and shakes their tits in my face, I know what to do. When Havoc or Phoenix find a girl and we take her back for some fun, I know what to do.
With Shelby? I have no fucking clue.
I'm going on pure instinct when I slide my hand behind her neck and lean in, brushing my lips against hers. I keep it light, ready to back off if I've read this all wrong. But shit, her lips are so fucking soft and warm, and for the first time in a long time, I want to know what it would be like to take my time. To taste and tease and savor.
She makes a small, surprised noise, but she doesn't pull away, I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth. She tastes like chocolate, rich and creamy. What would it be like to taste all of her? Her hands curl into my shirt, and when I press my body to hers, she moans a little and leans into me, letting me feel the way her softness molds to me.