Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
A threat like that, coming from such a sweet looking woman scares the heck out of me. “Why would I fuck with them? I’m just here as their… date?” What a stupid little word for it, like they’re going to pick me up in a minute with a corsage or something.
They own me.
She narrows her big, brown eyes. “Because something’s going on and I might not know what it is, but my men told me to stick close to the clubhouse, and then suddenly you show up? It’s fishy.”
The door opens and a huge man with curly brown hair looks inside. “What’re you doing in Animal’s room, baby? I thought we were going to grab something to eat? I’m fucking starving, King’s on his bike already, and Wild Child’s threatening to order in if we don’t get out of here soon.”
She sighs. “I just wanted to say hello to the new girl.”
“Since when do you give a shit about who Animal fucks?”
“Since she showed up with him, Badass, and Quickshot. You know what that usually means around here.”
“Yeah, that someone’s about to have a really fucking good night. And I was hoping it would be us.” He walks over and sweeps her off the floor and into his arms.
Emily laughs and squirms. “Hero!”
“When there’s a fucking party in my room, usually I’m invited,” Animal grumbles, pushing his way past the couple and into his room. Quickshot and Badass are right behind.
“Is she giving you a hard time?” Quickshot asks me, then turns to Emily. “You’re not my fucking mother, you know.”
“Yeah I fucking know,” Emily snaps back. “But excuuuuse me for feeling a little protective. I saved your life, remember?”
“Ignore her,” Quickshot grumbles. “The old ladies act like a bunch of motherfucking hens sometimes.”
There’s something so strangely domestic about all of this, that I actually start tearing up a little. I love Sandra like she’s my own heart, but she’s always been the baby, even before I had to step up and act like her mother, not just her sister. It’s been so long since someone looked out for me, and here are these rough, tattooed men, living outside the law but acting like a messed up kind of family. It makes me desperately wish our cover story was true, but right now I feel like a giant fraud.
Animal comes over and puts his arm around me, running a hand over my bare shoulder. I flinch and pull away out of reflex, but he pulls me even closer. Emily narrows her eyes again, but before she can ask more questions, Hero carries her out of the room, leaving us alone.
“You gotta stop fucking doing that,” Badass says.
“Doing what?”
He walks over and puts a hand on my face, tilting it up to kiss me. I try my best to find that feeling I had yesterday, when the lights were low and I craved their touch, but now that I’ve had time to sleep and I know I’m—sort of—safe, it’s hard. I’ve always found it difficult to relax around men, and these guys are still nearly strangers.
“This. You’re acting like a fucking virgin.”
“Maybe because I am one!”
The men surround me, radiating testosterone. Quickshot shakes his head. “Emily isn’t the only one that’s going to have questions if you can barely touch us. Prez will let some of the officers know what’s going on, but if this is going to work, you need to do your part. When people see you? Inside or out of the club, they need to think you’re in here riding us fucking dry every chance you get.”
Eep! People will think that? I know he’s probably right, but I don’t know how to fix it. “Maybe I can just stay in here?”
“Nah, too many fucking questions,” Animal says. “There’s one quick way of loosening you up around us, though.”
Badass chuckles and slides a hand onto my back, fingers playing with the ties at the back of my corset.
“What do you mean?” I shiver, and it’s not with fear. I think I know what he means and my overactive imagination’s already spinning up some pretty wild things that has me heating up.
“He means you need a crash course in what it would be like to have all three of us. Do you think you could handle that?”
They guide me towards the bed while I try to wrap my head around it. I sort of knew it was coming, but this is so sudden. “I don’t… I’ve never…”
Animal smirks, and his deep brown eyes flare. He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the expanse of his muscular chest, the kind of chest any red-blooded woman would want to run her fingers over. “Then you’re in for a fucking treat, because we know exactly how to make you feel fucking amazing.”
“I…” What do I want exactly? The thought is both terrifying and terrifyingly tempting. Last night, I was ready to just go for it. I wet my dry lips, letting my eyes trail over the sexy skin that’s being exposed as Badass and Quickshot pull their shirts off too. They get on either side of me.