Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Shut the fuck up, Tex,” he warned.
“Stay out of my goddamn room with your club whores,” Tex replied, then stuck a cigarette in his mouth and stalked past him.
“Men!” Liam raised his voice, slamming his hand down on the table, and the room wet silent.
I liked that. He had control. Good. I was beginning to wonder.
“That’s enough.”
Micah turned and opened the door. I started to turn back to tell Liam I was leaving when my eyes locked on a face that took my fucking breath away. Exquisite perfection. Eyes the color of spun gold, full pink lips, long, pale blonde hair, framing the face of an angel. Who the fuck was she? It was then Micah walked to her and pulled her into his arms, lowering his head and taking her mouth. Jesus Christ, that was whose mouth he’d been fucking earlier? Lucky bastard. I couldn’t blame him.
Disappointment sank in as I realized that angelic, heart-shaped face belonged to a club whore. What a waste. She probably wasn’t that perfect up close, and she was used goods. I didn’t want a virginal innocent in my bed. An innocent couldn’t give me the shit I demanded, but I sure as hell wasn’t interested in a slut. Especially a biker slut.
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Fawn
It must have been the pale blue of his eyes that had made me stupid. Crossing my legs, I tilted my head to the side and studied the male who had turned me into a cougar for a short time. He grinned at me with that sexy smirk that drew women in, not knowing I’d just overheard him letting Dylan—one of The Judgment’s porn stars—suck him off in Tex’s room only ten minutes ago.
Living in their little biker den of iniquity hadn’t been my best mom moment. I loved an adventure, and this time, I’d let it go too far. My daughter, Gypsi, deserved better from me. I had failed her with this decision. Thank God for the slap in the face I’d just had to get my head on straight.
“Damn,” Micah drawled, walking toward his bed that I was perched on the edge of, wearing nothing but his T-shirt from last night. “Looking at you never gets old. It’s unfair for a woman to be so fucking beautiful.”
I gave him my own smirk. Silly boy. I wasn’t one of his female worshippers. Poor Dylan seemed to always be waiting for him to toss her some attention. It seemed he still obliged her even though he had moved me into his room and promised me that I was all he wanted. He wasn’t the first player I’d ever dated, and I doubted he’d be the last. I had a type, and unfortunately, he checked the boxes. All the boxes.
“Get a good look,” I told him, then uncrossed my legs slowly for his benefit before standing up.
The way his gaze heated with instant arousal made me want to roll my eyes. The man was a machine. His erection was always on the go, it seemed. I chuckled softly and stepped around him before he could reach me.
“I’m going to get my things together.”
“What?” he asked.
I didn’t look back at him as I pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor, knowing he was currently taking in my naked body. It was the last time he would ever see it. I picked up the sundress I’d had on last night and slipped it over my head before glancing back at him.
His eyes were on my legs, but they snapped up to meet mine. A confused expression was on his ridiculously handsome face. Those thick black lashes outlined his crystal-clear ocean-blue eyes, and I couldn’t truly beat myself up over this. The man was gorgeous. I’d had a weak moment. It was over now though.
“You heard me,” I told him, then just smiled and shook my head. “I’m not one of your girls, Micah. Did you think that I would become one of the many females to worship at your feet?”
“What are you talking about, Fawn? You’re the only one in my bed. I moved you into the club. Into my room. I don’t move women into my room.” His brows were lowered as he studied me.
I shrugged. “Yes, well, I’m not the only one on your cock, now am I?”
He stilled. I could see the realization dawn in his expression. He knew he’d been caught.
“It’s for the best really. I’m not mad. It was time for Gypsi and me to move along anyway. We’ve stayed here longer than I intended.”
Micah moved then and took the five long strides to reach me. His fingers wrapped around my upper arm as he stared down at me. The pleading look in his eyes wasn’t going to change my mind, but I did feel a little sadness that I wouldn’t see him again. He had made me laugh, taken me on an adventure in his little world. I’d had a good time, but all good things must come to an end.