Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
But the new Liv had a boyfriend, who was the best big spoon, who always believed in him, and with whom he had the most electric sex. And while flirting didn’t need to be erotic in nature, and might help him out in this situation, Liv offered her only a smile he hoped appeared relaxed.
“I’m new in town. Been to one party here a bit under a month ago. You been working here long?”
“The club’s only just moved to this location, but I’ve been coming to see the races for a while.” She winked at him, which was kinda nice whether he had a boyfriend or not. “I’ve been meaning to quit these weekend shifts actually, but I’ve got this piece of shit old Cadillac I just don’t have the heart to let go of, and the boys at the club always fix it for me for free.”
“Sounds like a good deal, if you also get drinks on the house,” Liv said with a grin before adding. “I’m actually here to ask for jobs. Who should I speak to?”
“Most of the guys are at the garage next door, look for Lion. Baldie with a bushy beard. Depends what you can do though. This new compound’s big, so they might have something. Who knows, maybe you’ll be replacing me at the bar and I can finally be free.” She laughed, leaning over the counter and giving Liv a better view of her cleavage. “Then we wouldn’t be in trouble for a work affair. To be fair, the Demon Brethren MC don’t have an HR department.”
“Yeah, I expect they’re more likely to have a Sexual Relations department,” Liv said with a grin, though after taking an accidental peek down her neckline, his gaze was right back on her face. No one banned him from looking at women, and it wasn’t like it would have hurt anyone, but just thinking back to waking up with Knox embracing him from behind, made him feel like letting his thoughts wander would count as cheating.
She laughed, shaking her head. “I can see that, an MC-only matchmaking service. I’m sure Lion would love that.”
Liv cleared his throat. “But I’m afraid I’m taken, so we don’t have to worry about all the necessary paperwork.”
The bartender bit her lip. “Damn. Worth a shot though. Guess I’ll have to wait for Lion to start that dating service after all.”
Going by her confidence, Liv doubted she’d need any help in that department, but he still exchanged a few more pleasantries with her before heading off to the garage with his beer half finished by now.
It felt so strange to not be on the lookout for a new girl to hook up with, yet also… peaceful? He knew where he stood, and couldn’t wait to go back home, right into Knox’s arms. No party could compete with that, but it still felt like a loss of something, even though he no longer wanted empty fun with one-night stands.
The void this created would disappear with time. He was Liver Polk after all, and wouldn’t be tied to one identity, or one place. He’d always embraced spontaneity, change, and his own impulses. This would be no different.
Walking out of the stuffy interior had been a relief, and he nodded at the nearby gathering of smokers before heading for the garage, where a group of guys fussed over a flashy green Honda. Liv could have sworn he’d seen it during the one party he’d attended here.
“That’s a beauty,” he said, approaching, because at least this was safe ground to walk on. No eggshells or quicksand. Just metal and motor oil. This, he knew his way around.
A guy with slightly greasy long hair turned to him and patted the spotless hood of the car. “Thanks. Though it’s the engine that’s the real secret here. My brother knows how to squeeze every last drop of gas out of it in a race.”
“Oh yeah? He takes part in the races?” Was Liv stalling with job hunting? Maybe a little, but nice cars always drew him in a bit too much.
The guy nodded, and when he turned his face, Liv spotted a fading yellow bruise under one of his eyes. “He’s won several, including a big one three weeks ago, but it’s a team effort. He wouldn’t know how to fine tune things inside,” he said, clearly just boasting about his skills.
“I know what you mean. Both the car and the driver matter in a race.”
And then it hit him. Green Honda. The race winner.
The asshole who almost drove into the audience for the fun of it, and whose people had a standoff with Knox before Liv’s arrival.
Going by the bruise, this had to be the guy Knox had clocked over the head. Maybe even the one who’d scratched his face.