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)
Jeez, pull it together.
I leave him a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers, then go get the sandwiches. Mia’s not happy about the changes to her usual schedule, but when she finds out it means a night in my room snuggling in the big bed and watching a movie together, she quickly forgets about the promised spaghetti and the passed out biker on my couch.
But I don’t.
2
PHOENIX
Fuck, my neck hurts. Not to mention my head, which is pounding like a fucking jackhammer. What the fuck did I drink last night?
My eyes pop open, and I find myself looking up at a white-painted ceiling.
“Hey, you. You’ve got to get out of here,” a soft feminine voice whispers in my ear.
Where the fuck am I?
Fuck, I ache everywhere, like I got the shit kicked outta me last night, but all evidence points to maybe it was a different kind of night. I look over to see a gorgeous brunette with golden flecks in her dark eyes and big, full lips. She looks worried.
“Why? Is your boyfriend gonna come home?” I tease, and when her eyes go wide and her mouth falls open, I slide a hand into her thick hair and pull her close.
She resists for a second, but when our lips meet, she lets out a shy little gasp that sends blood straight to my cock. I’ve always been a sucker for the sweet ones, the girls next door that can’t resist taking a walk on the wild side at least once. And this one is so fucking sweet, I can’t believe I don’t remember what happened last night. I must’ve really tied one on.
My tongue slips between her lips and hers reaches out tentatively when part of my memory comes back in a rush. I jerk back and grab my head. “Ow, fuck!”
I was out riding, enjoying the hint of summer on the spring breeze when my bike launched out from under me. I remember the crash, and the smell of grass, dirt and blood. Motor oil. I remember crawling, and feeling like every bone in my whole goddamn body was crushed. And then everything goes black.
Which doesn’t make any fucking sense because I'm still breathing. I take a quick stock of myself. Still dressed, my phone's on the table, my iron… is missing. Fuck.
I’m in someone's living room. The house feels taken care of but old, in a way that’s just on the wrong side of shabby. The old fashioned flowery wallpaper is peeling in a couple places, and the furniture is a jumble of yard sale treasures. Lots of pictures on the wall, mostly of a woman and a little girl. The woman I just kissed. The one who’s looking at me with panic in her eyes.
The pictures don't do her justice.
She's sexy as fuck, so it’s no surprise I jumped to the conclusion that I went home with her last night. Her thick brown hair is free and wild, framing her pretty face. She's wearing sweatpants and a hoodie that do their best to hide her curvy shape, but completely fail at it.
“You kissed me!” she fires off like a murder charge.
She watches me like I might leap off the couch at her like I’m some kind of monster. I’m a fucking monster, alright, but if I took her down, she'd be loving every damn second of it.
“And you kissed me right back.” I grin and sit up, sending the whole world spinning as my whole body screams in pain and an invisible icepick pierces my skull. “Fuck!”
“Here.” She pops open some over the counter pain shit and shakes out a couple pills, holding them out to me with a glass of water.
I double the dose and chug everything down. My body soaks up the stale, lukewarm water like a sponge. “Thanks. Riddle me this, beautiful. Why am I in your fucking house?”
She narrows her eyes, and everything about her posture screams anxiety, but there’s a spark of attitude it can’t kill. “Because you barged in here and passed out on my couch, Einstein. Did you think I threw you over my shoulder and kidnapped you?”
“Right, right… relax. I’m not accusing you of anything.” Except being fucking sexy when she’s angry, which I’m not dumb enough to say out loud. I’ll be thinking it all the way home, though.
I get a flash of her mouthing off, just before I throw her on a bed, tie her up so tight I can do anything I want with her, and then play with that gorgeous form until her spark turns into a raging inferno and her throaty voice moans my name as I slide between those soft thighs.
Fuck, now that’s a fantasy and a half. Jesus Christ.
I should get outta here before I turn her life into as big a mess as mine.