Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He takes off, and I squeak, not expecting the surge that pulls me backward. I cry out, clutching him harder, and then I’m laughing. God, I’m laughing. It’s the best feeling in the world, flying through the cool night air, knowing at any moment something could happen and I could literally end up dead. It’s a terrifying feeling, and yet equally as exhilarating. I love everything about it.
By the time we arrive at his place, I honestly don’t want to get off the bike. I could go all night long, just like that.
Remy parks it and climbs off too, staring at me with a light expression. “You liked that, huh?”
“Was it the screaming that gave it away?”
He chuckles. “Somethin’ like that. Come on.”
We walk into his house and he turns to me. “Get naked.”
“Wow, no warm up? No offer of a beer? A snack?”
He grins. “You want a beer?”
“Nope.”
“A snack?”
I grin. “Yep.”
The snack that’s standing right in front of me.
His eyes flash. “You’re a bad girl, Gabby. I fuckin’ like that about you.”
“Are we at least going to warm up with a kiss? Surely we’re past the whole no kissing thing by now?”
“Nope,” he murmurs. “I’ll kiss you, though. Right here.”
He presses his hand between my legs.
Well, I’ll take that.
Oh. I’ll take it alright.
I SPEND THE ENTIRE night getting fucked by Remy, again.
In the bath, in the shower, on his bed, and then on the bike right before he rides me home at six am. I’m exhausted, and I really have to stop these all-nighters, but man, the dude knows how to please a lady, and being with him, having him do all kind of wicked things to my body, it feels good.
It must feel good for him, too, because he told me I can come in at lunchtime today as it’s quiet. He also told me they’re officially employing me.
That makes me feel all kinds of ways, because I love that job, and I’m starting to really like the people that come with it. I came in to do a job and get out, but now I’m enjoying where I am and wondering if I should back out of my father’s little plan. If they find out I’m passing off information, I’m out of there, and there is no other work in this town for me. None that I want anyway.
There’s also the whole fact that they’re a biker club and they’ll likely throw me in a big gaping hole if I double cross them.
I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this without causing chaos somewhere.
Once I’ve slept the night off, I make myself some lunch and then head into the garage. The moment I arrive, Riggs is onto me. He comes out of the office like he’s been waiting for me to show up. Great, I guess he’s heard the wonderful news.
“You ever goin’ to tell us who your family is?” he asks me, not even letting me put my bag down.
“Good morning to you, too, Riggs. Nice day out.”
He narrows his eyes. “Don’t fuck with me, Gabby. Were you going to tell us?”
“Why would I tell you?” I shrug, even though my heart is racing. “Do you ask all employees about their families? What’s the big deal?”
“You know exactly what the big deal is,” he grinds out.
“No, actually, I don’t. I have a rich, powerful family who, quite frankly, can’t stand me. I don’t go around town bragging about them because honestly, Riggs, I can’t stand them either. So, I wasn’t about to roll in here and tell you about them. Sorry if that was the wrong thing, but it wasn’t done with bad intentions.”
God, I feel like shit.
I need to go and see my father and end this.
Riggs studies me, and then nods sharply. “Fair enough. Next time, you be more open. Gotta tell you, I don’t like your dad, and I don’t want anything to do with him, so don’t bring that shit around here.”
I snort. “Trust me, I don’t like him either. We’re fine.”
He looks skeptical, but he turns and walks off. Remy and his big ass mouth. Does he text them all when he’s done fucking me and tell them how great it was, too? God, do they keep any secrets from each other? Any at all?
I walk into the garage and see Hugh, Adan, and Beckett all trying really fucking hard to get an engine out. I should help, but man, the sight in front of me right now is one you stop and admire. Gorgeous bikers grunting and groaning as they try to lift something, come on, I’m not going to offer help.
“Becky’s sister,” Beckett grunts, when they finally get the engine out with a sling and it hovers above the car. “Wouldn’t have picked it.”
“Remy has a big mouth,” I mutter. “And I don’t go around telling people about my sister, I’m sure you can understand why. We’re complete opposites.”