Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“We’re thinking about hitting the bar after this is over. Stormy is eager to see what Farmington has to offer.”
“I’m in,” Bishop says with a shrug. “Who else do you think will come?”
“I’m not,” I say. “I’m exhausted from working all day.”
Construction on the clubhouse has continued all week. The exhaustion I feel each day is the only thing that has kept me from heading to Jake’s to see Drake.
“The four of us,” Ugly says, swirling his finger to include himself and the three new guys. “Everyone else will be home with their spouse.”
His emphasis on the last word makes me think it’s another warning to Bishop about whatever his issue seems to be with either Rivet or Cannon.
“We’ll need a designated driver,” Ugly says, looking between the other three, making it very clear it won’t be him.
“I can do it,” Legacy says, holding up his bottle of water.
Ugly smiles, and I’m glad to see him getting to know the new guys better. Aro and he were pretty close, but Aro is very distracted these days with Slick. It may take months before those two are satisfied enough with each other that they can last longer than a couple hours without disappearing.
I look around the crowd, smiling wide when I realize they didn’t even last that long tonight. They’ve already left.
“And when are the other guys supposed to be here?” Stormy asks.
“Other guys?”
He looks at me. “Maybe I’m confused. I thought Kincaid said there were going to be a total of six new members.”
I look to Ugly. If he’s aware of whatever issue Bishop has with Rivet and Cannon, then maybe he’s heard something about this too.
“Six total,” he confirms. “We have to finish the extension to make room for the others.”
Satisfied, Stormy nods his head.
“Still shocked to be here,” Legacy says. “Glad I made it on the first wave.”
We stand and chat for a little longer, several couples saying their goodnights and heading back to their homes across the street from the clubhouse.
I chat with Kincaid briefly as hired staff start cleaning up. I don’t look often, but I keep track of Drake as he straightens his area.
I have a wild urge to do something crazy and impulsive, but I don’t make my mind up until right now. After watching him gather empty bottles, I head inside the clubhouse. The chances of running into any member of Cerberus are slim. The couples are already wrapped up in each other, and Ugly and the new guys headed to Jake’s half an hour ago.
My chest is pounding as Drake walks past me into the kitchen. The man isn’t trained like we are, and that works to my advantage.
I listen to the clank of glass bottles as he rinses them in the sink before putting them into the trash. He chats briefly with one of the other staff members, but it’s more a common courtesy because it doesn’t seem like he actually knows them before heading back out of the kitchen.
His keys rattle in his hand, telling me he’s done for the night, and it wouldn’t be suspicious if he didn’t head back outside.
I grab him, a thrill of spontaneity rushing through me as I drag him, my hand over his mouth, into the darkened hallway.
My mouth is on his before he can speak, and it takes a second for his lips to move against mine, no doubt the shock of being grabbed taking a second to fade.
But when he does figure out what is happening, he gives me all of his attention. It’s in his mouth as he angles his head and deepens the kiss. It’s in his hands as they cling to my leather cut. It’s in the roll of his hips and the erection pressing against mine.
Reluctantly, I pull my head back, loving the way his face inches forward as if he’s chasing my mouth with his own.
“I was thinking we could hang out tonight,” I whisper. “Here, not at the bar, because Ugly and the others are there.”
His eyes seem locked on my mouth, and I take it as the answer I want, but he doesn’t budge when I pull his hand in the direction of my room.
“I’m not done,” he says, his voice full of gravel and sexy as hell.
I frown, making him lean forward and wipe it away with another brush of his lips.
“I have to meet up with Kincaid. He’s waiting for me.” His eyes dart in the direction of the back door. “He may come looking for me.”
I drop his hand like it burned me, and it’s Drake’s turn to frown.
“I’d like to hang out with you,” he says. “If the offer still stands.”
I should tell him no. Having him here with me is way too risky, but the man is a habit I just can’t seem to kick.