Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
“I was talking to Colby, and he said there is an extra room at the club.”
I stopped dicing, and my mouth opened, but Swiss beat me to it.
“When the fuck were you talking to Colby?” Swiss barked.
I pursed my lips, hiding my smile. Swiss was not just her friend, he was also the protective, alpha male who would go to battle for my daughter without hesitating.
Violet had a grin of her own that she was not hiding. My daughter, it seemed, was not intimidated by the dangerous badass routine. That had become clear at the club gatherings she attended where she’d routinely challenged anyone in a cut about the ‘anti-feminist bullshit of a woman not being able to patch in,’ and the only people who were able to form a coherent response were the men who were married, madly in love with their wives and saw Violet as more of a daughter figure.
The unattached men were usually too busy drooling at Violet to form an argument. Swiss, of course, had threatened death and dismemberment to anyone who tried anything with her, and no one was brave enough to go up against him.
Violet found this endlessly entertaining and had now moved on from challenging these men to flirting with them relentlessly, much to Swiss’s horror. I was more amused by it all, somehow comforted by the idea that my daughter could end up with a biker who respected and worshipped the ground she walked on. Not some French asshole who she had not said a peep about since she arrived back.
Actually, I did not want Violet to end up with anyone yet. She was too young.
“Oh, calm down, Swiss. I was talking to him, not engaging in oral sex.” She paused, looking up at the ceiling. “Then again, there’s no talking then either. Someone always has their mouth full.”
I had wrongly chosen that moment to take a sip of my wine and almost choked on it when she said that.
Swiss’s cheeks flushed ever so slightly. It was almost a blush. A fucking blush. A blush like a father might have while talking to his daughter about oral sex.
Violet never would’ve spoken about oral sex with her father. She was too busy playing the role of the perfect little angel. One I hadn’t noticed she was playing until recently. Until she started being her unapologetic self in New Mexico, where she felt comfortable to do that, where there were no expectations of her.
I supposed it wasn’t just that, she had just spent over six months in Europe. Falling in love. Traveling. Acquiring a taste for wine. She’d changed, as you were supposed to at that age.
“And sex is an appropriate topic since it pertains to why I’m going to be moving into that room at the clubhouse.”
Where I’d been delightfully amused at my daughter’s adult and slightly vulgar sense of humor moments ago, now I was concerned at my little girl talking about moving into an outlaw biker clubhouse.
This time I beat Swiss to it. “Absolutely not.” I scoffed, turning down the burner so I could focus wholly on my daughter.
She rolled her eyes. “Mom, don’t worry. I’m not doing it because I have any other intentions other than not to hear my mother and soon-to-be stepfather banging it out.”
Now it was my turn to blush. Swiss, the asshole, had found his sense of humor once more and was smiling into his beer.
“Excuse me?” I asked in a small voice.
“Oh, come on, Mom, we’re all adults here. And I can see how devastatingly in love you are. How happy you are.” Her face turned serious for a split second. “I love that. More than love that. I also understand that what comes with this kind of love is sex that travels through some decently thick walls. I’m not about to ask my mother to stop having that wonderful sex, but I’m going to draw some boundary lines.”
I gasped.
Swiss was full on laughing now.
“Stop,” I snapped at him. “This isn’t funny.”
Swiss’s eyes twinkled as he crossed the distance between us, bringing me in so he could kiss my head then tuck me into his chest. “Oh, Countess, I disagree. This is fuckin’ hilarious.”
I scowled at him. “You’re not actually okay with the idea of Violet moving into the clubhouse?” I asked in shock.
“Wouldn’t say I’m ‘okay’ with it,” he pondered. “But not hip on the alternative either.”
I figured the alternative was us not having sex at all, and to be honest, that was not something I was hip with either.
“On top of that, my brothers know the long and painful death that awaits them if they try anything.”
Violet laughed.
I did not because I knew he wasn’t joking.
“And it’ll only be for a few days, a week at most.”
I frowned up at him. “Violet doesn’t leave for school for another two weeks,” I reminded him. I looked at my daughter. “Right, honey? You haven’t decided to go early, have you?”