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)
Sandra's back home, under guard. There's always an Eagle nearby, but I don't even think it's necessary anymore. With the Unwanted gone, who's going to come make trouble?
I was right in the end. She’s not on drugs again, it was her shitty ex that ran off with a load of drugs that he’d had her pick up for him. Without him to get the money from, they decided she’d be the next best thing. Now there's no one to collect, so we should be safe. And she's doing great, even though she was pissed that I got into trouble for her. Even without me to keep an eye on her every day, she still seems to be on track to get her GED, and she’s even talking about community college.
Like, how wild is that?
I look at Quickshot, then Badass and finally Animal, and just being with them fills me with warmth. A feeling of safety, of closeness. And even if they haven't truly, really, fully said it yet, a feeling of love. But can I really just be with three dangerous bikers for the rest of my life? Is that even a thing in the biker community? Or will they just tire of me someday—and then what?
"I feel like I should be going back. Sandra's doing well, but I hate leaving her alone, you know?" Ugh. Just saying it feels wrong, like I'm trying to deny myself something wonderful by shutting the door on it. And it's not just because Animal's clever fingers have found my nipple through the skimpy top and are using it to tell my pussy to get ready for them. "And I don't know. I need to find a new job and—"
"Babe." Quickshot moves from the couch to kneel in front of me so his face is on height with mine. He captures my chin and makes me look at him. He’s relaxed, looking more like the boy next door than the hard mask I know he wears when things get deadly. He smiles, and it's like the sun rises. "You keep saying that you should this or should that, but what is it you fucking want?"
It's a good question. Very short term, and with the way Animal's handling my body, I know exactly what I want, or what I'm going to want very, very soon. But long term? "I want to be safe. To feel like I'm doing things for me, not just for everyone else. To be loved? To maybe be able to put aside some money and not just live hand to mouth." God, rent's about to come up, and if I don't make some money this month, next month is going to be difficult to cover.
He chuckles, like he knows something I don't.
"What?" I narrow my eyes at him. "What is it?"
"We can give you all of that."
"What do you mean?"
Animal's fingers slide away from my breast, which should probably be the first sign that something serious is going on.
Badass sits up and shifts closer, so I'm surrounded by the three of them. "Exactly what he said. No one's going to fucking keep you safer than we can. You could leave here, forget about us, find some nice guy who’ll mow the lawn and file your taxes. We're never going to be that guy, but we don't have to be, because there's fucking nothing we won't do to keep you safe. We'll burn down the whole fucking city if we have to."
"Oh." I'm not even sure what to say to that, but I know it's true. They've already showed me.
"And here with us," adds Animal, "there's no fucking rent. There's space for you, we'll make sure of it, even when you're so fucking pissed at us that you don't want to sleep in any of our rooms."
"Though we have some ideas for that too," Quickshot adds.
I know Emily and Alessa have houses with their guys right here in the compound, and Faith—with her freaking bookstore—has an apartment with hers above it. Is that what they're thinking? Would they really want that?
"How would you feel about starting your own fucking bakery?" Quickshot grins. "Because I was chatting with Faith yesterday, and we had some ideas you might be interested in."
Okay, there's way too much happening at once. And even still, one of my points still hasn't been answered. When I say it, it's a barely whispered question. "And loved?"
Animal wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me so close I lose my breath. "Baby girl, if you haven't figured out that we fucking love you by now, you're not the fucking genius I thought you were."
"You need to hear it?" asks Badass, running his massive hand up and down my thigh. "Because I'm not afraid to fucking say it. I fucking love you."