Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73537 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
I strode to the door, opening it up and ignoring Dolly’s outraged shout. With a grin, I headed for the stairs. The guys could handle her until I was ready to deal with her.
Climbing the steps two at a time, I could smell the scent of Dylan’s perfume. She overdid it with the stuff, but her mouth was like a fucking vacuum from heaven that sucked you dry. I could overlook the other stuff. Even her clinginess. When she got too clingy or acted jealous, I always shut her out until she got over it. I didn’t want one woman. I wanted a fucking lineup, an array of choices that came with no strings or commitment.
Only once, when I had been young and stupid, had I loved a girl. I’d almost made the mistake again and fallen in love with a woman who had saved us both by being smart enough to end things. I wouldn’t give a female that power. Besides, having them all there laid out for the taking, a different flavor every time, it didn’t get much better than that. My life was good just the way it was.
When I had the club’s money back from Canyon, then it would be right near perfect. Liam would hand over the control of our biggest club, River Styx, to me. I had plans to make it the best in the southeast.
Shoving open the door to my bedroom, I walked inside to find Dylan already naked, on her knees, looking up at me through her long, dark lashes that the club paid for her to keep. Her platinum hair, which I knew wasn’t her real hair color, fell down her back in waves as she tilted her head back and looked up at me.
“You hungry for my cock?” I asked, pulling my gun from its holster and placing it on my dresser before unzipping my jeans.
“Always,” she purred, licking her red-painted lips.
“Good. I need to fuck that pretty face hard and pump my load down your throat,” I told her.
The eagerness to please me shone in her eyes and it was one of the reasons it was hard to just cut her off. In this world, I needed that at times. The feeling that someone wanted me for more than who I was, what I looked like, my power, my title. With Dylan, I could pretend she did. Even if my feelings for her were nothing more than a small affection.
4
Dolly
“You’ll get your purse back,” Tex assured me as he led me down the darkest hallway I’d ever been in.
Who painted their walls black? It was like the path to the pits of hell. Or at least what I imagined it would be like. Hopefully, I never found out.
When he stopped at a red door, I was sure this was bad. Nothing good could come from behind a door that color. I tensed as he shoved it open and waited for the worst. What the worst was, I couldn’t be positive, but it seemed…foreboding. The use of that word from my Word of the Day app on my phone gave me a slight moment of pleasure. The scent of fresh bread met my nose, and following Tex into the room no longer seemed frightening. Hell did not have fresh-baked bread. That I was almost positive about.
The sound of female voices, laughter, and the end of the dark walls brought me farther into the new room—or rooms. It was an open layout with sofas, pool tables, a large flat screen, and a bar to the right while the left had a kitchen with a big wraparound bar with eleven stools. More men in vests were scattered about, as were women.
“Well, who do we have here?” a friendly voice asked.
I turned my attention to a woman setting a loaf of bread out on the counter with oven mitts on her hands. Her dark blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was older than me, but couldn’t be more than thirty. I felt relief at the sight of her, seeing as the other two females I’d seen on the sofas were barely dressed. This one had on a cropped Led Zeppelin T-shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans.
“Nina, this is Dolly, Pepper’s best friend. Dolly, this is Nina. She’s the angel around here we all love and adore,” Tex said, causing Nina to roll her eyes.
“They adore my cooking—that’s all,” she corrected him. “It’s nice to meet you, Dolly. It’s been a hot minute since Pepper has stopped by for a visit. Is she here too? I need to pop some of my apple pie in the oven if she is. That girl loves it.”
I shook my head, but Tex spoke before I could.
“Pep isn’t here. Just Dolly. She was somewhere she needn’t be, and Micah picked her up and brought her back here for a bit.”