Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
I move my legs to hang over the side of the bed and sit with my palms on the mattress beside me. My life is a mess. I can't go back to that house, not to live. I hated it when I was there before. I don't want any part of it now. I don't know why I'm getting my hopes all up for Kane. He is not going to want to mess with me anyway. I have way too much baggage, plus he's got his own shit going on.
I stand up and grab some clothes from the bag on the dresser. I shower quickly, change clothes, and try my best to look presentable. There's a small mark on my neck that peeks out of my shirt, but I don't even try to hide it. I’m not ashamed of what happened last night, but I know some people are not going to understand it.
When I walk out into the clubhouse, I take a seat at the first table that I come to. There's a few men that I met the night before hanging out at the far end of the room, and they all say hi to me.
Reaper, the one that I have found is a flirt, comes over to me. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Give her a break," Kane says. I didn't even hear or see him come in. But he walks into the room, and Reaper just gives him a smirk and walks away. Kane sits down and sets a plate down in front of me. It's overfilled with eggs, bacon, and toast. He hands me a fork, and I take it.
“This is way too much for me,” I tell him.
He shrugs. He's quiet this morning, and I can see him searching my face, probably wondering if I'm going to freak out about last night.
"Thank you for the food," I tell him.
"You okay?" he asks.
I take a bite of the eggs and swallow them, then smile. "Do you know how many times you've asked me that since we've met?"
He shrugs and looks almost sad. I force a smile on my face. The awkwardness is here. "Yeah, I'm good."
He clears his throat. "About last night—" he starts.
My stomach drops at his solemn tone. He’s probably going to tell me that he regrets it or that it's no big deal, or that we shouldn’t have done what we did.
So I cut him off. “We don’t need to talk about it.”
He frowns and shakes his head. “We don’t?”
I keep eating, trying to avoid his gaze. “No, we don’t.”
He lifts his hand to run it through his hair. His eyes are glued to me, and I try to act like sitting this close to him is not having an effect on me. I know he’s waiting for me to continue, so I force myself to look at him. "There's nothing to talk about. We were two consenting adults that needed to let off steam. We had fun, right?"
Geez, I sound like an idiot. I just compared the earth-shattering orgasms he gave me last night to letting off steam. He has to think I’m crazy. He did things to me that I’ve never experienced. Hell, there’s no denying I loved it. Probably half his club heard how much I enjoyed it.
I take another bite of food and force my eyes away from him. He leans back in his chair, legs spread wide, and stares at me some more. Damn, he looks good, but it makes me wonder if I put my foot in it or something. Was I reading the situation wrong? Was he going to say something else? I could be honest with him and tell him that I'm scared at the feelings that he brought out of me, that last night was more than good. It was probably the best night that I've had in my life, that I've never felt closer to a man, and that I can see a future between us. But as I look at him from the side of my eye, I'm afraid that that would freak him out. I don't know what I have to lose at this point.
And just when I'm about to lay it all on the line and tell him everything, he nods his head. "Yeah. Right. It was fun."
Chapter 12
Pres
I'm a dumbass. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. We had sex, the best night of my life, and I'm ready to commit to this girl for forever. I couldn't sleep for holding her in my arms and picturing the future that we could have. I literally had to force myself out of that bed this morning before I woke her up and started talking about the future. I know it's all kinds of fucked up considering that I don't even know her, but what I do know, I love.