Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
But fuck, she had the body of a woman, and despite the clear innocence in her eyes, there was a sensual streak that made me want to teach her sinful things.
My train of thought was derailed when I caught her staring at my chest with heat in her brown depths. Her eyes swept over my muscles, lingering on the tattoo of my club’s logo on my pec. Then her gaze swept down my arm to the snake tattoo wrapped around it. Her tongue darted out for just a moment to lick her pink lips, and I nearly groaned.
That was all it took for me to decide that fighting was pointless. There was no doubt in my mind that this girl was meant for me.
“Viper,” Chris muttered, his tone full of apology.
My eyes were still locked with Rhiannon’s, and I didn’t bother to turn my head when I growled, “What?”
He sighed. “Porter Grant is on his way. He wants to look at the specs for the pool again.”
“Son of a bitch,” I grunted and ran my hands through my hair. “Five minutes.”
“Viper?” Rhiannon asked softly. Then her eyes dropped to the tattoo on my chest again, and her cheeks turned pink. “I’m sorry, I forgot. I probably should have called you that.”
I shook my head and reached out to run a finger along her jaw. “Dean, baby.”
Chris let out a little whistle, and I finally broke Rhiannon’s gaze to glare at my friend.
He smirked and headed in another direction.
“Oh, but other people—”
Turning back to my woman, I put the same finger over her lips and gave her a stern look. “Doesn’t matter what anyone else calls me, Rhiannon. I’m Dean to you.”
The pink on her cheeks turned crimson, and she smiled sweetly. “Okay.”
“What time do you get off tonight, baby?”
“Um…” Her gaze slid down as her whole face flushed.
I took her chin in a gentle but firm hold and brought her face up so our eyes locked again.
“What time, Rhiannon?”
I fucking loved the way her name sounded on my tongue. It was as unbelievably sexy as she was.
“Four,” she whispered.
“Be there to pick you up,” I murmured before I dropped my head and brushed my mouth lightly over hers. Her little sigh was telling, and a smug smile spread across my lips.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“Good.”
I reluctantly released her and stepped back to clear my head. “Joe, grab Niki and Darren and get the flowers out of the van.”
Taking Rhiannon’s hand, I walked her around to the driver’s side and helped her up into her seat.
“See you at four, baby.”
Once my crew was done getting all the flowers out of the van, I watched her as she drove the curve of the circular driveway and out onto the road. Then I fished my cell phone out of my pocket.
I found the right number and hit the call button.
“Viper,” Harvey answered. “Was there a problem with the delivery?”
“No. I want Rhiannon doing my deliveries from now on.” My tone brooked no argument.
“Rhiannon?” His voice was hesitant…and a little suspicious.
“You heard me.”
Harvey sighed. “Viper, I don’t think that’s a good idea. She’s so young. And sweet. Your world….”
“Wasn’t a request, Harvey,” I growled.
Harvey was silent for a few beats, then sighed again. “Okay.” He didn’t sound happy about it, and while I wasn’t in the habit of explaining my actions to anyone except my prez and VP, I knew that Harvey had come to care for my girl.
“I won’t hurt her, Harvey. I’m gonna take it slow, but to be real fucking clear, she’s mine.”
Grant wasted another couple of hours of my time debating on a change, only to stick to the original plan. As soon as he left, I hauled ass outta there, leaving me barely enough time to grab a shower and change into a pair of dark jeans with a silver belt buckle, black T-shirt, boots, and my cut before heading to pick up Rhiannon.
I skipped my hog in favor of my truck since I had no idea if she’d ever been on one or would be freaked out by it.
She would definitely be wrapped around me on my motorcycle soon, though. Just the thought made me hard.
It was three minutes to four when I pulled into the parking lot of In Bloom. I was just exiting the cab when Rhiannon stepped out of the shop.
The sun was bright, and it made her hair shine and her skin take on a soft glow. She’d changed into a green shirt that fell off one shoulder and was loose until it reached her hips where it hugged them tight. She had on a pair of cutoff shorts that looked hot as fuck but showed off way too much of her gorgeous legs.
“Beautiful,” I grunted as I approached her.
The sweet blush that I was beginning to love turned her face pink.