Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 253(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
“Sounds like a deal to me.”
We pull up to the order screen, and I point to the double-burger meal. He orders the meal, handing it to me with a cup of soda at the next window.
“I hate these paper straws,” I grumble.
“It’s one of those biodegradable ones. They’re saving the turtles.”
“Yeah, it starts degrading in my drink. They suck. I do love turtles, however. Thanks for being cool.” I nudge his shoulder. “You can just drop me here. Thank you,” I add when he pulls out and drives a little down the road.
“Didn’t you leave your car back at the bar?”
“No, I walked over from the motel.” I point to the other side of the street, where the motel sign lights up the walkway.
“Is that where you’re living?” He cuts across the road, entering the parking lot. A car blares its horn at him for doing so.
“For the moment. I just moved here.” I shrug, stuffing a fry into my mouth.
“Right. Well, be careful. These places are cesspools for criminal activity.” I think his heart may be too gentle for a biker club.
“I can take care of myself.” Grabbing his phone on a charger on the dashboard, I type my number in. “Give that number to Kitty for me, yeah?”
“Sure thing.”
“Thanks for the ride and food.” I press a kiss on his cheek and hop out. He doesn’t drive away until I’ve unlocked my door and closed it behind me. I don’t want to like him—them—but they’re making it hard. This is going to end badly. I get the feeling I’ll be a casualty of my own war.
My phone buzzes again. I pull it out and my stomach drops.
Tyler: DON’T MAKE ME COME FIND YOU!
Me: Don’t do that! Just give me some time.
Heading straight for the shower, I peel the clothes from my body and leave them in a pile on the tiled floor. The water pressure is amazing, blasting over my sensitive skin. Memories of the night play on repeat in my mind. I grip the wall to steady the tremble in my legs. My hand dips between my thighs, finding my swollen clit. A rough breath hitches in my throat. I feel like I’m going to burst. The pressure built so much that I want to scream.
I circle my clit with the pads of my fingers, picking up my pace. Slapping the bite mark to reignite the sting, my body quivers. It only takes a few strokes before heat expands and waves of pleasure zap through my nerve endings, leaving me panting and on the verge of collapse. Callan has ensnared me. With the way I feel when I’m around him, I don’t think there’s any hope of freeing myself.
Unless it’s him I need to kill.
A pit widens in my gut.
I never expected Kitty, but that’s nothing compared to how much Callan’s attention shocked me. It was like he already knew me. Like our souls had intertwined long before this night. It’s ludicrous, but the recognition pounds in my chest all the same. I wasn’t supposed to make connections. The plan was to mingle on the outskirts, listen, learn, and get out. I’d built them up over the years in my mind as monsters. You should fear the boogeymen, the Kings, but they’re just people: Brothers, friends, lovers. They are just like us or what I thought we were—a family.
They killed Harley.
Turning off the tap, I pull my towel from the hook, wrap it around my body, and squeeze the water from my hair. After raking a brush through it, I sit on the bed and unwrap my burger. Grease drips through my fingers and down my chin when I bite into it. The fight and Green’s tooth in my pocket flash into my mind. I should probably get rid of that in case someone finds it and thinks I’m collecting teeth as trophies.
I finish my food and wash it down with the soda, guzzling straight from the cup. Pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, I try not to itch once I crawl into the bed. This place isn’t the worst I’ve stayed in, but it could use a deep clean. I stroke my finger down the picture of Callan, and a deep sigh leaves my lungs.
Kicking the comforter off the bed, I go stand in front of the full-length mirror and turn my hip, drawing my shorts down. His bite mark hasn’t faded one bit, the redness stark against my pale skin. I paint my finger over the indents. An ache fills my pussy, and my nipples harden once again. I’ve never been more turned on than I was tonight. My Devil tattoo catches my eye, dousing me in ice. My stomach knots. My fingers dance over the ink. Memories of Harley assault me, almost buckling my knees. I can’t forget why I’m here.