Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 74668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74668 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“You know, I may have been ignoring you, but you damn well could’ve come over at night. I’d thought to let you get some sleep before your shift today, I was going to come talk to you. Except that wouldn’t have done any good either, because you were three states away,” he growled.
I crossed my arms over my shoulder. “Oh yeah?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes. When you got off work at two.”
I pursed my lips. “I got the week off because the diner was shut down since the stove quit working. They said it’d be a good time to do a few minor repairs; I don’t have to go back until next week.”
He raised his brow at me. “And you didn’t think to ask if I wanted to hang with you? Didn’t we have plans today, anyway?”
I grimaced. “You were ignoring me, how was I supposed to know that you intended to keep those plans?”
“Text. Call. Knock on my fucking door,” he snapped.
I crowded in close to him, making sure he could see my eyes when I said, “I did knock on your door. Three nights in a row. And you never answered. Then I came over to your house, during your party, and you ignored me. Then, I find out that you spent the week I thought you were working, or at least that’s what I told myself since you were ignoring me and I couldn’t really know for sure, working on the house. The same house you told me you didn’t need help with, but I find out that you had a woman there. A woman who picked out your patio furniture. I can take a freakin’ hint, you know.”
I watched his face as I spoke, and his eyes had gone from finding the conversation amusing to quite pissed by the time I was finished with my diatribe.
He growled. “You can take a hint, huh?”
I nodded. “Yes. I know all the signs of when someone’s tired of another person, and I am very clearly getting on your nerves. Why would I call someone that doesn’t want to talk to me? I’m not desperate, you know.”
“You know what you sound like right now?” He asked with a growl, corralling me into the corner of the building we were leaning against.
“What?” I asked nervously, licking my lips.
“A young girl who doesn’t care about anybody but yourself. Did you happen to wonder why I was acting like that?” He snapped.
We were in a dark corner, but I knew damn well that we were seen.
The entire chapter that daddy was a part of was made up of cops.
Even some of the kids were cops.
They saw everything…knew everything.
There was no doubt in my mind, whatsoever, that we were drawing everyone’s attention.
In fact, I was fairly positive that the dark would only serve to make the attention all the more prominent.
The princess of the MC and the cop.
The cop that was a shining beacon among us all, because he didn’t belong to the club.
“They’re watching us,” I said warningly.
He gave me a droll look. “You don’t think I know that already?”
I pinched his side, trying for some fat but found none.
He laughed at my attempt to pinch him, pushing me further into the wall with his body.
“Do you want to stay, or take this somewhere more private?” He asked.
I looked at him. “I’m staying with my parents.”
He raised a brow. “Really?”
He pronounced that statement with a twist of his hips, letting me feel his full erection as it dug into my pubic bone.
Then abruptly backed off, leaving me reeling.
“What the heck?” I asked him.
He backed up until he had about four feet between us and said, “Then let’s go to your room and finish this argument.”
Wary now, I walked around the side of the house, and cut through the back patio to the door that led to my room.
The room itself was exactly like I’d left it the day I moved out.
All the way down to the embarrassing posters of The Jonas Brothers on the wall, and the Tie Dyed comforter covering the bed.
I walked to the small lava lamp on the side table next to my bed and rolled the switch to the on position before I turned and surveyed Downy.
He looked around the room with a small smile on his face. “This right here shows the difference between our ages, more than anything. For instance,” he pointed to the poster. “I don’t even know who the fuck they are.”
I laughed. “The Jonas Brothers.”
He shrugged. “I think the girls of my generation grew up on New Kids on The Block…not Disney princes.”
I just shook my head. “Whatever.”
He grinned and walked closer to me, pulling me in close to his body until his mouth was only inches from mine.
I could smell mint on his breath, and the slight, sweet smell of candy as he breathed in and out.
“Skittles?” I asked.
He smiled and leaned in, kissing my lips and swooping his tongue into my open mouth.
“Taste the rainbow,” he declared.
And taste the rainbow I sure as hell did.
Groaning, I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling it as his beard tickled my chin.
His hands went to the bottom of my shirt, and he removed it, only breaking our kiss for the shortest of seconds before he was back.
His mouth traveled down, running along the curve of my neck until he got to my collarbone. “I missed you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold onto my anger and failing miserably.
“You really hurt me,” I said, putting all the hurt and sorrow I’d felt over the past few days into it. “I think I’ve lost ten pounds. I couldn’t eat. You’ve really ruined me.”
He turned his head and raised his brow.
“Really?” He asked.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Yes,” I snapped.
“Then why did you have so much trash last week. I know I saw at least four take out bags of food in your can outside,” he challenged.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why are you going through my trash?”