Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“I think that it’s going somewhere too.”
“Good. That’s settled then,” he said, reaching out toward me, yanking off the sheet, then pulling me plush against him. Both of his hands moved out, framing my face, then pulling me in for a long kiss that had desire blooming through my system.
“Fuck,” he grumbled against my lips. “Get in that tub before I forget I’m supposed to be a good guy here,” he said, looking down at me, the heat clear in his eyes.
“You don’t need to be the good guy.”
“Dr. Price thinks I do,” he said, his hand drifting down my neck, then resting on my chest. “Gotta give your heart a break for a bit. Yeah, I know,” he agreed when I grumbled. “Just a couple days. We can make it.”
“You sure?” I asked, slamming my forehead into his chest.
“No,” he admitted, his chest vibrating under me as he chuckled. “I might have to rethink my stance on wanting you naked as much as possible. Get in that tub before we make this any worse,” he said, nudging me toward it. “To avoid temptation, I’m gonna run and get your script,” he said. “Won’t be more than fifteen minutes, so I can help you get out.”
With that, he was gone, and I sank to my chin in a warm bath, letting it ease the ache in my muscles that had likely been there for years.
And it was right then, in that bath in an outlaw biker clubhouse, waiting for a man I was pretty sure I wasn’t just falling for, but totally in love with, listening to his club brother a floor below me making breakfast, and Sal scratching at the bathroom door, wanting to say good morning, that I realized something.
Maybe, just maybe, people weren’t all that bad after all. Maybe some of them, the right ones, could actually make life a hell of a lot better.
I didn’t know what the future looked like for me, for my homesteading and my poison gardens, but as Crow came back with an entire bag full of different chocolate because he knew it was my weakness, I knew for damn sure that he was part of it.
EPILOGUE
Crow - 3 days
If I hadn’t seen it myself, I probably wouldn’t have believed that the crazy woman who lived illegally in the middle of nowhere to avoid people, only seeming to interact with them when she was going to maim or kill one of them, would blend into my world so easily.
She’d been nervous at first. Which was expected. But by the time she took her third bite of breakfast, she was deep in a conversation with Detroit about their favorite spices and how much better they were when they were fresh. She even offered to bring him some of her own plants and put them in planters outside, so he had endless access to them.
And considering Detroit was one of the harder guys in the club to connect with, that was a big thing for her.
I knew that she wouldn’t have an issue getting along with Delaney, since Dell was pretty universally liked. And with Delaney’s affection, so came Judge’s as well.
She even managed to get along with Sway, which I figured was going to be tough for her since he was such a whore.
“He might sleep around a lot, but it seems like everyone agrees to it being casual beforehand,” she told me as we got ready for bed on the third night, after heading to see Dr. Price and getting reassured that her heart seemed completely back to normal. “I don’t care who someone sleeps with. Or how many people. I just don’t like when people are shitty about it and lead other people on.
“That’s true,” I agreed. There had never been any angry chicks the next day or a week later, thinking he would call when he never had any intention of doing so. “So, you want to head back to your place tomorrow?” I asked.
“Really?” she asked, brightening a bit.
“Yeah. The doc cleared you. I won’t be letting you doing any hauling of water or any shit like that, but I know you want to see your chickens and maybe do some work.”
“Yeah, the beds probably need to be weeded so badly by now.”
“By work, I meant pottery, baby,” I said, pulling her over onto my chest and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re not doing any weeding.”
“You just said the doctor cleared me,” she said as her fingertips traced the tattoo on my chest.
“Yeah, well, maybe I want a second opinion,” I said, smiling when she snorted at me. “I’ll weed the beds.”
“You don’t know which plants are poisonous. I can’t have you getting poisoned again, or Dr. Price is going to start having questions.”
“You can supervise. How about that?”