Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
“Fuck no. In my dreams you don’t have a mouth.”
“I don’t?”
“Nope. Just a pretty face and under your nose it’s just blank. No lips. Nothing.”
“Is that your perfect woman?”
“It is now.” He shut the bathroom door, quickly cleaned up and disposed of the condom before going back into the bedroom where she now sat on the edge of the bed, once again wearing the NAVY T-shirt.
He stopped at his pile of clothes and as he was pulling on his jeans, he heard, “Tell me… what do you do to keep in shape?”
He paused after fastening his belt and twisted his head toward her. “My preferred method is to bike.”
“Riding a motorcycle gives you that body?”
He tagged his shirt off the floor and while pulling it over his head, he answered, “No, but pedaling a bike does.”
“Riding a bicycle gives you that body?”
After grabbing his boots and socks, he perched on the edge of the bed opposite her to pull them on. “I ride a lot of things. But I do more than cardio.”
“What else do you do?”
“Resistance training.”
“Like?”
“Medicine ball. Free weights. Squats. Pushups. Sit-ups. I also pick a fight with a heavy bag in my garage sometimes.”
“Does it fight back?”
He finished lacing his boots. “You mean like you?” He stood and headed toward the door. “I gotta go. You don’t need to walk me out.”
“That’s good because I wasn’t planning on it. I’m going back to bed. Hey, can you let Murphy out back quick before you leave?”
He stared at her for a second, then glanced around for the dog. “Where is he?”
“He avoids the bedroom when I have sex,” she said matter-of-factly.
“You trained him to stay out of the bedroom when you have sex?” Did his voice crack? Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“Did you want him to join us?”
“That’s not…” He sighed. “How often do you have sex that you had the opportunity to train him to do that?”
One eyebrow lifted. “Do you really want to discuss body counts?”
He opened his mouth, thought better of answering, then snapped it shut. “Take your own damn dog out. I’ve got shit to do.”
“So does he,” he heard yelled from the bedroom as he got the fuck out of there before she said something else that would get under his skin.
Unfortunately, he was worried that she had already achieved that.
Having sex with her didn’t help shake her free, it only burrowed her even deeper.
Chapter Seventeen
If she didn’t wake up tomorrow full of bruises, it would be a miracle. The bikers sure liked to be handsy and didn’t have any concept of consent. She’d been pinched, squeezed, groped and pulled into so many laps, she’d lost count. And that wasn’t even the worst of it.
If a woman was desiring some physical contact, all she had to do was go work at a biker bar. Cami learned quickly to spend the least amount of time on the floor and as much time behind the bar that she could. Having that two-foot-deep barrier between her and the customers helped somewhat.
Despite that, a few had reached across the bar and pinched her nipple or grabbed her breast. In any other establishment, they would be charged with assault.
If she wasn’t undercover, she’d teach those handsy motherfuckers a lesson. But since she couldn’t, she had to grin and bear it as best as possible. At least for now.
She only ventured out from behind the bar to take orders and deliver drinks but when she did, she darted like a rabbit escaping a hungry fox by weaving in and out of tables, chairs and bodies.
She tried not to stay in one spot too long unless she caught some interesting chatter the task force or even the DEA might be interested in. That was the only time she lingered. Other than that, she wanted to stay as close as possible to the Demons, her main focus for working there.
Both last night and again tonight, the bar was mostly full of bikers that, unfortunately, did not include Demons. She only saw maybe one or two playing pool and drinking, besides the so-called “employees.”
Last night when she stayed after the buy, she had worked with Cap, the Demons road captain according to his patch, as well as Hook. One other guy came out from the back to grab dirty glasses, empty the trash and clean up any messes.
No surprise that plenty of messes needed to be mopped up. More than only spilled beer. If it could come out of an orifice, it could be found in a corner, on a table or the floor. She was glad she wasn’t given that job or have to clean the restrooms. The women’s room was disgusting as it was, she couldn’t imagine how atrocious the men’s room was.
She didn’t want to imagine. She’d most likely be scarred for life.