Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ramona asks. “What if she does something crazy?”
I shake my head. “It’s fine, she won’t. I have let the cops know what I’m doing, they’ll swoop in and arrest her sorry ass before she gets a chance to do anything.”
“How does Riggs feel about all of this?”
I pause. Come to think of it, I haven’t actually asked him how he’s feeling about her having found him. I don’t even know how he feels about her. Sure, he thinks she’s crazy and he left her, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t underlying feelings there that he simply has no control over.
I didn’t consider that.
“I don’t know, I’ll go over and see him on my lunch break.”
Ramona nods. “Well, just be careful okay. She’s unstable, that much is clear.”
“Yeah, she is.”
We get back to work and when my lunch break rolls around, I walk over to see Riggs. He’s in the middle of fixing a car, and when he notices me, he wipes his hands on his jeans and walks over. My god he looks good, cap on, beard all perfect and sexy, grease and oil on his clothes and hands, rag hanging from his jean pocket. He looks like a sexy biker mechanic and my legs immediately clench together at the thought of him fucking me right now, over one of those cars, those dirty big hands grabbing my ass.
I tremble.
He reaches me and leans down, capturing my mouth in a kiss that has my knees going weak. I don’t know what we are, but whatever it is, I don’t want it to end. I can’t get enough of this man, it’s pathetic.
He releases me, and I bite my lip, forcing myself not to pounce on him like a hungry lion.
“What brings you here, baby?”
Baby.
God.
He needs to stop.
“If you don’t stop doing things like that, I’m not going to be able to hold myself back from constantly craving your dick. So, call me something ugly, like dear or love. Something that is going to make me feel like we’re an old married couple and I don’t want your penis anywhere near me.”
He chuckles. “No problem, dear.”
I laugh. “You still made that sound sexy, dammit.”
He grins.
God, he’s gorgeous when he grins.
“I’m cock struck,” I exhale, pressing my hands to my face. “It’s a new thing. I’m ashamed.”
“Cock struck?” he questions, keeping the grin.
“Like every time I look at you, I’m thinking about the things I want to do with you. Then I think about how good looking you are, then I curse myself for being so pathetic and ...”
“Hush, woman,” he murmurs, grabbing me and pulling me against him. “You talk too fuckin’ much.”
“I really do,” I agree.
“I’ve got shit loads of work to do, otherwise I’d take you out back right now and give you the cock you’re so desperate for.”
I shiver.
He grins.
I kiss him again, making it a long one.
“For fuck’s sake, get a fuckin’ room!” Hank calls from the car beside this one.
Riggs releases me and I laugh, waving to the guys. “Nice to see you all, too.”
A few chuckles ring out.
“So, I came over to talk to you about Carmen.”
Riggs loses the grin. “Don’t really want to fuckin’ talk about her.”
“I know you don’t, but the fact is we have to be on the same side here. I’m going over there tonight, and I need to know what I’m up against.”
“You’re goin’ over there? Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I came here to tell you that. I told her you broke up with me and she was right about the kind of man you are. She lapped it right up and invited me over. I’ve let Billy know and they’ll be on standby for when I make the call.”
“That’s a bad fuckin’ idea. Can’t you meet in a public place?”
I shrug. “I mean we could, but it would seem weird if I asked her to meet in public. I had to play along and do what I’d do if I didn’t know who she is ...”
“Fuck, I don’t like this, babe. She’s a fuckin’ devil woman. She’s dangerous. She lit my fuckin’ house on fire while I was inside of it. If she so much as suspects who you are, she’ll do something bad.”
I grab his shirt in my hands and pull him close. “It’ll be fine, I swear. I’m a big girl, I will drop that bitch if she tries anything.”
He groans. “Fuck me.”
“I will, later. Now, I have to get back to work. Bring the boys over soon, I’ve made you all some lunch.”
“Fuck.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “Why do you keep saying fuck?”
“Because you keep doin’ things to me I don’t understand.”
I grin and then turn and saunter off.
I love my new life.
I really do.
“FUCK, YOU KEEP FEEDIN’ us like this and we’re goin’ to get too fat and won’t be able to fit under the damn cars,” Beckett murmurs, pushing his plate away.