Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Honey, the ones that know what’s going on all have old ladies and kids. Hell, Ford even has a grandkid. Then there’s me. I don’t have anyone. I was the logical choice.”
“It’s not logical. You have me, King. Don’t you realize that if something happens to you it would kill me?”
“Are you admitting you care about me, Shelby?”
“With my history, do you think I could be around you and all those men today if I didn’t? Especially with as intimidating at your club is. Do you think I could be with you?” she asks, staring up at me.
“Well, I knew it, but I needed to make sure you did,” I tell her, smiling.
“You’re a jerk.”
“Yeah, but I’m your jerk, baby,” I tell her as I roll us over until I’m hovering over her, claiming her mouth. I run my hand down her soft body, teasing her lips apart with my tongue as my hand slides down between her legs. I groan when I find that she’s already wet for me.
She’s perfect.
Chapter 24
King
I take a small pull from my beer and set it back down on the table. I’ve barely touched it. I’m sitting at a bar on the state line, just like I have for the last two days. I’m being loud about being unhappy and I’m hoping this works. The longer this goes on, the more fucking pissed I get.
I’ve purposely stayed away from Shelby since. I’m not sure I can much longer. Phone sex is not satisfying enough—especially now that I’ve had a taste of her.
She’s all I want. Hell, women here have been approaching me the last two nights and I’ve turned them all away on the guise that I’m too angry to give them what they’re looking for. The truth is, I don’t want them. Shit, even if I thought about it, my dick is showing zero interest.
I was hoping tonight something would happen to move this along, but I’ve been here a few hours and so far, it’s a dry run. I can feel eyes on me though. I know they are watching because my skin itches from it. I don’t know who or where, but they’re watching just the same. That’s the only reason I’m nursing this damn beer instead of going home to Shelby.
I drum my fingers against the old wood table, thinking about calling tonight a bust when I see Streak walk into the bar and make a beeline my way. I haven’t seen him since the club sent him to try and get in with the BMRR crew. I act like I don’t notice him, but I never fully take my gaze from him. He’s weaving through the bar, and I track his plan leather cut with no colors just a white patch proclaiming his prospect status. There’s no MC emblem, no chapter patch and no location. He has to earn those, and he will in spades with the DC’s we owe him big time for putting his ass on the line like this.
I don’t have to guess why he’s here. He’s approaching a rival club enforcer. He could get killed easily for what he’s about to do. It seems fate that it is Streak they chose. I keep my facial expressions bored. I can’t give away the fact I know Streak. He’s impressive though. He’s walking my way with a cool confidence. There’s a small bead of perspiration on his forehead, but that’s it.
“Back away, kid,” I tell him as he’s close. “Our club isn’t looking for wannabes. Even if we were I’d tell you to run the fuck away. They’re not worth being around right now,” I lie.
I see a flicker of something in his face as he makes a show of pulling out a chair, scraping it against the floor loudly, before flipping it around, and straddling it when he sits.
Streak is a good man, but even I didn’t realize how much promise he had. The guys—myself included—have given him hell because he looks a hell of a lot like Ford. They both have the same long, dark hair and matching beards—although Streak keeps his neatly cut and closer to his face. They look so much alike that we tease both him and Ford that Streak needs to demand Ford take a DNA test.
“Cute,” Streak says. He motions towards my cut. “Aren’t you a little far out for a Demon Chaser?”
“It’s still our territory, but I’m a man and I’ll go where I want.”
“Word on the street says you’re looking to break free,” Streak says, leaning his head on his arms on the back of the chair.
“It’s not like I’ve made a secret of that shit, but I don’t like people sticking their fucking noses in my business.” I growl. I can tell the people around us are moving away to give us a wide birth. Most people get nervous around you when you’re wearing club colors.