Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13106 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
She stops walking and whirls around. “Club? We’re at the club!”
“No, my club. We’re going there, where Keeper can train you and I don’t have to worry about you getting hit on. One glance from me, and none of my brothers will even think about touching you.”
She holds her hands up and puts them on my chest to stop my advance. The heat from her hands does something to me. I look down at her long fingers as they curl into my chest. I cover one hand with mine and hold it.
Looking into her eyes, I can see the confusion there. I’m sure my face is mirroring hers because I’m as confused as fuck. I’ve never felt this type of jealousy or possession for a woman. I sure as fuck haven’t gotten hard just from watching one walk around waiting on tables.
Finally, I break the silence. “Honey, I don’t know what this is, but there’s something about you that brings out the possessive asshole in me. I’m not trying to manhandle you. You can trust me and my club. No one will hurt you there. I won’t fire you, and if you want to wait tables, that’s fine. Just expect me to be right next to you while you do it. I just know if I can get you behind the bar, there will be less of a chance of someone trying to cop a feel, or worse.”
She rolls her eyes. “No one is going to try and touch me.”
I don’t know how she hasn’t noticed it, but every man in the club would have her if they were given the chance. Frustrated, I growl, “Fine. You want to wait tables, do it. I’ll murder the first bastard that puts his hands on you.”
“Smoky,” she huffs out, and I swear my whole body tenses from hearing my name on her lips.
I loop her purse on her shoulder. “It’s your call.”
She shakes her head. “Fine, I’ll learn to make drinks. But I’m not sleeping with you.”
I smirk. “Oh, we’ll definitely be doing more than sleeping.”
I thought that would get a laugh out of her, but it doesn’t. “Yeah, Smoky, that’s just it. You want to fuck. I’m not into one-night stands.”
She whirls around but I stop her with a hand to her shoulder. I press my body up against the back of hers. My muscles tense and my heart races. I brush her hair to the side and whisper into her ear. “Me either. Not with you. I’m playing for keeps.”
She freezes against me and I just stand there enjoying her heated, curvy body against mine. She must feel my hard cock pressed against her tight ass, because she presses against me, but when I moan, she freezes and pulls away, walking out the door.
She stops outside. “Where’s your car?”
4
Harper
I know this isn’t smart. I shouldn’t go anywhere with him, but I feel more alive right now than I have in a long time. For some reason, I feel safe with him. I know he wants more, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to get it. I’m not up for being his toy or another notch in his bedpost.
He follows me out of the club and stops next to a big motorcycle. Turning to face him, I see him eyeing the hairband on my wrist, so I take it, pulling my hair up off my shoulders and tying it in a knot on my head. He sits down and straightens the bike, then holds his hand out to me.
I back away from his reach. “No way. I’m not getting on that,” I tell him, pointing at the monstrosity between his legs.
“It’s safe. I won’t let anything happen to you,” he assures me with his hand still outstretched.
I hesitantly take a step toward him and then stop and tug on the bottom of my jean skirt. “There’s no way I can ride that with this on.”
“C’mon, we’ll stop at your house so you can change if you want. Swing your leg over.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll just wear this.” It’s not that I’m ashamed of where I live, but it’s pretty rundown and I don’t want even more pity from this man. I walk over to him and avoid his hand as I climb onto the back of the bike, doing my best to not show him or anyone else my underwear.
Once I’m seated, he reaches behind and grips the outside of my thighs. “Scoot in, honey. And hold on tight.”
I slide forward until my thighs are gripping him and I can feel the roughness of his jeans against my inner thighs and panty-clad pussy.
He then grabs my arms and wraps them around his torso. I can feel him take a big breath and he mutters, “Lean when I lean.”
I grip on to him, worried and a little scared about being on a motorcycle for the first time. He fires up the loud engine and in a mere second we’re taking off down the road.