Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Alright, I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” he grumbles.
He backs up to the closed door then stops and takes a second to adjust the hard bulge in his jeans. “But we’re gonna finish this later, Allie Cat.”
I roll my eyes at his crassness.
Ugh, he’s such a…
Such a…
Biker?
No, that’s not the right word…
I struggle to come up with the word until he turns to open the door and I see the back of his vest.
Royal Bastard.
Yes, that’s totally him, I smirk to myself as I turn back to the clothes on the bed and start getting dressed.
Surprisingly, everything that Coy wants me to wear fits. The jeans are a little tight, especially around my ass, and the bra is shoving my breasts up to my throat, but looking in the mirror, even I have to admit I look hot.
I’m just finishing up my makeup when I hear the door open followed by the sound of his heavy footsteps.
Keeping my eyes opened wide so my mascara doesn’t smudge, I cast a look over my shoulder, expecting him to say something.
When he remains silent, I shove the mascara wand into the bottle and turn to fully face him. “What’s up?”
Standing in the doorway, there’s this strange look of disbelief on his face.
A look that starts to make me feel uneasy.
I cast a quick glance back at the mirror, wondering if I fucked something up. I’ve done my hair, curled it into big, loose waves that fall over my shoulders. And I’ve caked on enough makeup to hide all the bruises that are starting to turn yellow and icky looking.
Maybe I caked the makeup on too thick?
“What’s wrong, Coy?” I ask, a little annoyed as I glance back at him and he’s still looking stupefied.
Coy swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, before he croaks, “Nothin’s wrong.”
I put a hand on my hip and flip my hair before I narrow my eyes at him. “Then why are you looking at me like that? Did I mess something up?”
His gaze drags down me slowly, like he’s burning the image into his mind, then he shakes his head. “Fuck no, you look fuckin’ amazing, Allie Cat.”
His compliment instantly fills me with pleasure.
“Then what’s the problem? What’s turned my big, bad biker into a dumbfounded mute?” I smirk as I strut up to him.
“Dumbfounded mute, huh?” he growls.
Reaching out, he snakes his arm around me and pulls me close as soon as I get within grabbing distance.
“Yeah… dumbfounded mute,” I drawl out as I continue to smirk up at him.
“Woman…” he growls even deeper before he tips his head down like he’s going to kiss me.
I immediately shove away from him. “Don’t! You’ll mess up my lipstick.”
Face setting with a stubborn determination I’ve become quite familiar with over the last few days, he tries to yank me back.
Knowing he’ll get his way if I don’t distract him, I ask, “What do you have on your arm?”
Something black and made of leather is draped over the arm not reaching for me.
Coy blinks at me then looks down at his arm like he completely forgot what was there.
“Oh, this?” he smirks. “It’s something else I want you to wear. Turn around, babe.”
“What I’m already wearing isn’t enough?” I ask skeptically as I turn to do as he said.
Coy answers with only a grunt.
I already feel like biker barbie in the getup I have on, but once he slides my arms into a leather vest, I feel even more badass.
“My very own vest?” I snicker. “Oh my god, Coy, we totally match now!”
Once his hands drop away, I tug a little on the vest to position it. While it’s black and made of soft leather, it’s nowhere near the size of his. The one he slipped on me is cut to be form-fitting around my breasts and only goes down to my waist.
Grabbing his hand, I drag him over to the mirror to look at us together.
“We are so one those couples!” I squeal and bump into his hip as I take in our reflection.
I’m trying hard to rile him up a little over this, but again, he’s strangely silent.
He doesn’t even look at the mirror when I start making faces at him.
No, his eyes seem to be glued to my back and there’s this intense look on his face.
He doesn’t move either until I ask, “What’s on the back?”
I try to twist around to look but he grabs me by the hips to stop me.
“What the fuck, Coy?” I growl, confused and growing irritated again.
“What do you think is there?” he asks, sounding almost as irritated as me. “It’s the Royal Bastards patch.”
I frown. “Is that all?”
“Yup,” he grunts, but he’s still staring at my back.
I drag out, “Okay…” but I don’t believe him for one second.
Something else is definitely going on here. Something sneaky.