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)
"Fuck, you look good."
She bites her lower lip as she looks up at me, and there's just a hint of a blush that's fucking adorable. Her thick blonde hair's sleek and wavy, and while I love the wildness of her sexy bed hair, this is fucking nice too.
I make sure she notices how I let my eyes travel down from her beautiful face with those big blue eyes and plump lips, into the generous cleavage that her pink off-the-shoulder top shows off—fuck, it was only yesterday, but I'm already dreaming about getting my hands all over those tits again—then down over her exposed stomach, with a little gemstone nestled into her belly button, and over her round ass, packed into booty shorts that I just wanna tear off her so I can get at her again. Then down her soft thighs to her cute feet, and all the way back up again until I find her smiling nervously at me.
"Is it too much? Jewel helped me. The belly button sticker was her idea. It's fake, obviously. I'm not sure I would actually want a piercing, but she thought—"
"Fucking amazing." I capture the back of her head, threading my fingers through her gorgeous blonde waves and pull her in for a kiss. She tastes fucking delicious.
A couple of the guys cheer. It's party night and while it's still early, some of the patrols are already starting to come in. Word got around fast about the four of us fucking at the Roost. And then we probably kept the whole fucking clubhouse awake with the after-party in Badass's room. At least now there won’t be any doubts about who she belongs to.
She draws a deep breath at the cheers, then sets her cute little chin in determination and even smiles a little. "I shouldn’t be embarrassed because they already thought we were… you know, but still."
"All part of the plan, baby."
Her expression falls immediately. "Right. Our plan. I forgot we're just pretending."
"Fuck, that's not what I mean. I'm sorry, and believe me, I don't say that often. There's no fucking pretending here. Not anymore. It doesn't matter what those fuckers in the Unwanted say, you're never going back there." I slip off my barstool so I can lift her up on hers, and then hold her there, feeling her warmth in my arms. "What I said was fucking stupid."
She nods into my chest. "But it is the plan still, isn't it? Even if this is turning into something more, so long as the Unwanted are still out there, it’s not safe for me. Or my sister. I don’t trust Crusher."
"Because you’d be stupid to, but he can't get you here. There's no fucking way. If I don't kill him when he tries, it's because Badass or Quickshot already beat me to it. Probably Quickshot. He could core a fucking apple from a block away when he's not fucking around." I squeeze her hard, until she grunts in protest. "You're safe with us."
"But Sandra isn't."
“Would you feel better if we sent someone to check on her?”
“Yeah, I—”
Someone dims the lights. A couple of sluts head my way almost immediately, but then they see Natalie and veer deeper into the crowd. The music gets louder, and Chef drops a couple of beers on the counter in front of us.
"Would you? I tried to send her a message from a phone Quickshot said was a burner or something, but she didn’t respond. I think she filters out anything that isn’t on her contact list.” Natalie sits up so she can speak over the music, then grabs one of the beers. "Crusher could already have her for all I know.”
“Nah, he’d be using it to threaten us if he did.”
“I wish I was that confident,” she says miserably.
"She'll be fine." This isn't the same situation that I was in. Not really, but the whole topic brings up memories I’d rather not think about.
"Animal—" She stops, whatever she was going to say left silent. Instead she takes another swig.
"So, I guess this means your path isn’t out the door," breaks in a new voice with barely suppressed laughter. "Did our talk help, sweet stuff?"
I turn to find Preacher standing with Devil, Viking and Wild Child. He nods my way.
"What talk?" I eye him curiously.
He grabs a beer off the bar as soon as Chef puts it there. "Seal of confession," he says with a wink, then whirls away again, heading deeper into the room.
I glance at Devil, who probably knows Preacher better than anyone, but he shrugs. "No fucking idea. He didn't say anything to me." Viking and Wild Child, who're talking about little kid shit now that they're both parents, are even less help. A moment later, we're left alone again.
Natalie slides a hand over the front of my shirt, stopping when her palm's right over my heart. "I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be a pain in the ass. I just worry about her."