Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60447 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Catching his wrist when he swings the bottle in my direction, I haul him closer before bringing my other fist into his face, over and over again, until blood splatters against my shirt. Releasing him, I manage to raise my hand just in time for his bottle to come in the direction of my face. It slices my hand, causing blood to trickle down my arm, but it does little to stop me.
Gripping his throat, my blood smearing against it, I back him into a wall where I lean in close. “You ever fuck with this club again, the next time we come in here, I will kill you.”
He opens his mouth to answer, but I don’t give him the chance.
I slam my fist into his face, over and over again, until he falls into a slump on the ground. Staring down at him, panting with rage, I turn just in time to see Jackson raise a hand. He’s calling us out, no doubt before the police arrive. Someone would have called them, though I doubt this is on their high list of things to do. A place like this isn’t something they’d come rushing for.
Still.
It’s time to go.
Stepping over the bodies on the ground, and past the men still fighting, I walk out the door with most of the bikers following. A few minutes later, they’re all out, and we move quickly to our bikes as men pour from the bar, ready to keep the fight going. Throwing a leg over my bike, I start it just as a man approaches, bottle in hand. What the fuck is with these men and their bottles? Raising it, he doesn’t get the chance to swing it as I kick my leg out, hitting him hard enough to send him toppling backward.
Helps that he’s drunk.
Once he’s on the ground, I rev the engine and get the fuck out of there.
Nothin’ like a fight to end a night.
It’s good for the soul.
“I’M NOT EVEN GOING to ask you how you got this,” Addi murmurs, wiping the dried blood from my hand, revealing a cut that is no doubt in need of stitches.
Glancing up at me, she meets my eyes as I watch her work, not telling her a single thing. That’s just how it goes, and she knows it.
“The silent treatment,” she mutters, “how original, Cade. Are we going to keep playing this game or are we going to get over it?”
“No game, sugar,” I murmur.
“What a load of shit,” she breathes, swiping at my hand angrily.
Growling, I pull it away. “Go easy.”
“I’ll go easy,” she snatches my hand back, “when you start acting like a grown ass adult and talk to me.”
“Know I can’t tell you what went down tonight.”
Scowling at me, she gives me a look so intense it almost makes me laugh. She’s fucking adorable when she’s mad. Always has been.
“You know damn well I’m not talking about tonight. You’re still mad about Clara and you’re acting like an overgrown child about it.”
I can’t help it; a chuckle escapes my throat. Her head whips up, and she gives me a scowl. “Do not laugh at me. I swear to ...”
“Relax, sugar,” I murmur, using my free hand to capture her chin. “We’re good.”
Huffing, she pulls her head away. “I hope so, because I’m getting real sick of talking to myself.”
“Condition for that,” I murmur.
“Watch it, biker.”
Pulling my hand away, I reach for her face again, taking her jaw in my good hand and pulling her close. “Baby, we’re good.”
Her eyes search my face, and then soften a little. “Well good,” she murmurs, “because I was getting really horny.”
Licking her lips, she stares down at the piercing in my lip.
Oh how she loves to suck on it.
My dick jumps.
“Keep talkin’ like that and we might be able to fix that problem,” I growl, sliding my hand from her jaw, down her neck and chest until I reach her tits.
Fucking sweet tits.
Cupping one in my hand, my dick hardens even further, but she quickly slaps it away.
“I’m fixing you right now.” She grins, taking my hand back and continuing her cleaning.
“Got some good dirty nurse fantasies,” I rasp, nudging her legs apart with my knee.
“Well, unfortunately for you, I’m a doctor.”
I push my knee into her pussy, feeling the heat radiating through my jeans. “I don’t fuckin’ care what you are.”
She gasps, closing her legs to push me back out. “Now now, sir. That’s inappropriate behavior.”
“You want to see inappropriate?” I growl, shoving to my feet and hauling her up and over my shoulder.
The bloodied cloth she was holding falls to the floor as she yells, “I’m not done!”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are.”
Carrying her to the kitchen counter, I practically throw her down as I lay her back against it, pressing my hand to her squirming form as I jerk up her nightie. She’s wearing lacy panties; little minx knew exactly what she was doing. Leaning up on her elbows, she gives me a wild look that has my dick straining against my jeans, desperate to sink into her.