Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
She puts her glasses on and pushes them up her nose, glaring at me over the rim. “Apparently.”
In theory I agree with Blade that we need to keep our hands off her, but Ripper isn’t wrong either and this morning has definitely shifted my thinking more in line with his. She might be Eagle-eye’s daughter, but she’s a fully grown woman, and no push-over. If she crawls back into my bed for more, I’m not throwing her out.
But sitting there in blood spattered, singed pajamas with… are those bears? I do feel a little guilty, even if we weren’t the ones that started this shitshow. “We’ve gotta get you some clothes. Those teddies are cute and all, but we don’t need to attract any more attention than necessary, and I bet you need girl stuff.”
Faith looks down at herself, like she’s seeing the situation for the first time. “Girl stuff?”
“You know. Frilly shit.” I get up and bang on the door between our rooms, flipping the lock so they can come in. “Wake up assholes. Time to get rolling.”
Ripper and Blade open the door a few moments later. Blade takes a look at the shitty top blanket still on the floor and nods to himself. Ripper sees both pillows on the bed and raises an eyebrow. I shrug. They can come to whatever assumptions they want. I’m not sharing.
Not unless Faith wants to, that is.
The thought of the four of us together sends a reminder to my dick about what I didn’t get up to this morning. I wonder if she’d be up for leaving the glasses on…
“We called Prez an hour ago to let him know what’s going on. He wants to talk to Faith as soon as it’s safe, but right now the primary goal is getting all of us back to the compound,” Blade says, interrupting my train of thought.
“After we grab food. I’m fucking starving,” Ripper adds.
“Faith needs clothes. She can’t ride in pajamas and those,” I point to the bedraggled pair of bunny slippers she kicked off near the door.
“I don’t know. I kinda like the bears,” Ripper says with a grin. “But I see your point. Me and Grumpy here can go grab some shit for you to wear until you can get out and replace what you lost in the fire.”
“You?” Faith says with more than a dash of skepticism.
“Yeah, me. I have three sisters. Why do you think I ran off to the Army? Just gimme sizes and I’ll do you right.” He winks.
Blade huffs. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”
A half an hour later they’re back with a bag that Faith grabs and runs off with to the bathroom. When she comes out, I can’t help but laugh.
“It’s not funny!”
“It’s a little funny,” Ripper says, and even Blade’s mouth twitches.
Faith pulls at the black baby doll t-shirt with “Ride Me!” and a motorcycle on the front. It might not be what she’d pick out, but it fits good, hugging her breasts just right. The jeans look good, too, but that ass would look good in just about anything. They even got her a jean jacket and a pair of work boots.
“Where’d you find all that?”
“Tractor place down the road.”
“I look like—”
“Cross between a suburban mom and biker chick?” Ripper supplies. “Yeah, it’s a little bland for my tastes, but you won’t stand out too much riding with us and that was the point, right?”
She sighs. “Fine. Let’s get going.”
On the way out the door, Ripper leans in and whispers to me. “The underwear is hot pink and super fucking lacy.”
“Nice.”
12
FAITH
When it’s only the four of us on the open road, it’s easy to let my mind go blank and just enjoy the feeling of freedom that only a motorcycle can give. The wind in my hair, the endless highway and nothing to remind me that this, right now, is all that I have.
Alpha signals, and we pull off at a diner. At the first smell of food, my stomach growls even louder than their engines.
“I’m starving.”
“Yeah, I noticed from the way your gut was practically vibrating every few minutes,” Alpha jokes.
I stick out my tongue and he smirks. The people inside definitely give us looks, but nobody says anything, and the waitress seems friendly enough, taking our order with a smile for the guys and a questioning look at me.
“Taking your little sister out for a ride?” She asks innocently.
I don’t know what gets into me, but having her automatically assume I’m not competition pisses me off. I throw an arm around Ripper who’s sitting next to me, and put my hand over Blade’s from across the table. “Just out for an anniversary ride with my men.”
The look on Blade’s face makes it all worth it. His blue eyes go wide, and his hand twitches, but he doesn’t pull it away. Ripper chokes a little on his soda, but he has no problem resting the arm missing a hand over my shoulders and leaning into me.