Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“Just so I’m aware moving forward,” he said, glancing at the gun at the table, then back to me. “Is ‘someone is practicing at the range’ a synonym for they’re ‘hooking up at the range?’”
A laugh escaped me as I shook my head.
“You know what? Probably.”
With that, I followed Siana back to the clubhouse.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Siana
I was determined to like his biker friends. Because they were important to him. Because he was becoming important to me.
I never expected, though, to like them as much as I did. Or how different they all were from what I expected.
Sure, some of them looked like bikers. Like Coast. But, apparently, the man had a soft side, given how sweet he’d been with the baby.
Eddie, while not technically a biker, was my new favorite person. I had no idea why he was working at a car parts store and cooking for his friends in his spare time, when he should have been feeding the masses at some amazing restaurant of his own.
York was a lot quieter, but I had a feeling that under all that big, burly guy exterior, he had a big heart.
Velle, well, I hadn’t really gotten a chance to get to know him. Since I’d been almost dying of humiliation when he’d walked up.
He hadn’t acted like he’d… seen or heard anything. But I couldn’t be sure about that.
Though I had to admit as we drove back to Alaric’s house in a sleek black sedan instead of the SUV, that even if Velle had seen or heard something, I wasn’t going to let that ruin how sizzlingly hot that whole experience at the range had been.
“You’re sure Eddie isn’t offended that we didn’t stay for dinner?” I asked.
“No, he’s fine. He knows how in and out everyone is. So long as he has someone to cook for, he’s happy. We can go back tomorrow if you want. Maybe go later. Stay for the party.”
“There’s a party?”
“It’s a Friday night. There’s always a party,” Alaric told me.
“Okay,” I agreed. “That would be fun.”
I hoped.
There was no guarantee.
I wasn’t exactly a party person, but Alaric was right. I had to experience one someday. At least with this one, I would have Alaric there to talk to. Or, if he was busy, I could retreat to the kitchen with Eddie.
The evening was filled with our new, but familiar routine. Taking out Frida. Feeding her. Ordering our food to eat. Taking Frida for a long walk to tire her out.
And just… nothing else happened.
He didn’t grab me to kiss me.
He kept his hands to himself.
Some part of me was worried that something had changed, that he decided he got all he wanted from me once I went down on him.
I was just rinsing off my toothbrush when the bathroom door pushed open fully.
I was about to greet Frida, when I saw Alaric standing there.
“Not used to having a bathroom hog,” he told me with a smirk as he moved behind me, reaching around me to grab his face lotion.
“I’ve been in here ten minutes,” I objected, squinting my eyes at him in the mirror as he rubbed his hands together to distribute the lotion.
“Twenty,” he countered, tapping some of the lotion onto my nose before rubbing it on his face.
Admittedly, I had been hogging the bathroom more than normal. I was suddenly very aware of how sweaty I’d been getting from the walks with Frida. So, yeah, I’d been doing quick little body washes at night.
I guess I thought I’d been more discreet about it than I clearly had been.
Trapped by Alaric’s body, I reached up to start to undo my braids as he reached to wash his hands, then grabb his toothbrush and paste then start to brush.
He scooted me to the side to rinse, and I was about to make my way out of the room when the water cut off, and his hand shot out, grabbing the back of my neck, and turning me back by it.
My gasp was swallowed up by his lips as they crashed down on mine.
Reaching past me, he slammed the door shut before reaching for me, grabbing my hips, and lifting me up off my feet, to deposit me onto the counter.
The cool of it against my overheated skin had a shiver coursing through me as his lips slanted over mine again.
His hips pressed into my knees, sliding them apart, then moving in between. His usual thin sleep pants did nothing to hide his hardness as it strained, pressing against the juncture of my thighs as he moved in close.
There was no stopping the moan of need that escaped me as I felt his hardness against my core, ratcheting it up in seconds.
My arms went out, sliding over his hips, then down to sink into his ass, pulling him flush against me, then shamelessly rocking my hips, getting some of the friction my body was crying out for.