Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I’m sure Daddy would love that.”
“Maybe not at first, but he’d eventually get used to it. He just wants to see me happy, and for the most part, you make me happy, Hayes. You also piss me off like no one else can though.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” With a sincere expression, he added, “But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Peach.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re from two completely different worlds.”
“So?”
“I’m just a man that owns a biker bar. Your family is going to want better for you, and I couldn’t agree more.”
“Then what are we doing?”
He shrugged. “What feels natural.”
“For how long?”
“Haven, you’re only eighteen. I have seven years on you. You have so much life to live still then be tied down to me when you go to college. You graduate this year. I can’t imagine you’re going to stay in fucking Wyoming.”
“What’s wrong with Wyoming?”
“There’s a whole world out there for you to see and I don’t want to be the reason you don’t experience it.”
“That’s not your choice to make. Besides, I’m not going to college right after I graduate anyway.”
He jerked back. “Your daddy know about that?”
“Why are you so concerned about my dad?”
“I’m just saying, if you were my baby girl, I’d put to ground any man like me coming into your life.”
“You say that like you’re this monster, Hayes.”
“Peach.” He shook his head. “You don’t know me. You can’t say that.”
“Well, what I do know is that you’re protective, loyal, funny, charming, and really fucking sexy.” I kissed him.
Before I could step into his truck, he lifted me up onto the seat instead.
Looking deep into my eyes, he openly expressed, “You make me happy too and I can’t remember the last time that I was.”
I smirked. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but I’d take it for the time being.
We drove in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I tried to not think about the future, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to ask him questions about his life. As much as I longed to know those answers, I couldn’t bring myself to actually ask them.
I guess I was just trying to live in the moment with him. Secretly hoping and praying that maybe this was more than just a fling.
When he drove up a long driveaway in a secluded neighborhood, I arched an eyebrow.
“Are you kidnapping me?”
He glanced in my direction. “Can’t kidnap the willing.”
“Smart ass. Where are we?”
“My house.”
“You’re bringing me home?”
“Now why do I like the sound of that?”
I smirked, loving the way he was being honest with me.
Once he parked, I jumped out of his truck, following his lead. His place was bigger than I expected it to be. He lived out in the middle of nowhere, and I instantly wondered if there was a reason for that.
Behind what appeared to be a two-story house was a massive steel building.
“What’s back there?” I questioned, wanting to know everything about his safe haven.
“It’s where I hide the bodies.” He winked.
“Funny.”
He unlocked the deadbolt to his warehouse. Seconds later, he lifted the garage door, revealing a massive collection of Harley motorcycles.
“Wow,” I breathed out, caught off guard. “Are all these yours?”
Some of bikes were pristine while others were still under repair.
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t know you could ride.”
“Peach, I’ve been riding Harleys since before I could drive a car.”
“Why don’t you drive any to the bar?”
“It’s just for me.”
“So, it’s like a private hobby?”
“Something like that.”
I walked around the motorcycles, lightly skimming my fingers against the leather and metal, loving the scents in the air.
“So, is this one of your moves? You bring your girls back to your house? Show them your motorcycles and their panties just drop for you?”
“It would be if you weren’t the first girl I’d brought home with me.”
My eyes met his. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never brought a girl home with you?”
He grinned. “Why’s that so hard to believe?”
“Umm…” I peered around his shop. “Look at this place, it just screams let’s have hot and dirty sex.”
He laughed, throwing his head back.
“I’m serious. Your bachelor pad is a panty dropper.”
“As you can tell, I live in the boondocks. I like my privacy. I don’t need women knowing where I live after I’m done with them.”
“And how often is that?”
“Recently, not very often.”
“Like…” I bowed my head, mumbling, “Before me or after?’
“Subtle is not your strong suit, Peach.”
I shrugged, watching his shadow on the floor get closer to me until he was standing in front of me. Swiftly, he grabbed my chin to look up at him.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I kicked you out of my bar,” he shared in a lighthearted tone.
“Because of me?”
“Look at you just fishing for compliments, but I’ll take the bait. You’ve been the first thing on my mind in the morning and the last thing at night. I’m not going to lie to you and say I haven’t had opportunities, but the only panties I want dropping for me, are yours.”