Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Their eyes meet, and I hold my breath.
“We’re not done here, Western. You will speak to us. This isn’t over.”
The way he says that has my blood running hot. It almost sounds like a threat. I don’t trust the officers in this town, and the fact that they got here so quickly is already questionable, let alone the fact that they’re so cocky. Whatever they’re up to, they’re trying to bring the club down with them. I have no proof of that, but my gut is screaming at me that I’m right.
Colin is sketchy, and he most certainly had something to do with the shooting tonight, or at the very least, knows who did.
Turning, Colin nods to the other officer, and they leave. At the door stands Fury, Mex, Viper, and three other bikers, their arms crossed, their eyes on the officers. It might be a crime scene, but they’re not about to let them start trampling around the clubhouse.
“You’ve got a job to do,” Fury grinds out, “I suggest you do it. You will not enter the clubhouse again without a warrant.”
“Someone was murdered here tonight; you don’t think we’re just going to let that go, do you?” Colin smirks.
“I fuckin’ hope not, because someone out there killed my brother tonight, and I can assure you, there will be blood,” Fury growls.
Colin tips his head to the side. “Is that a threat?”
Fury steps forward. “It’s a fuckin’ promise.”
Colin keeps moving past the bikers before turning and glancing over his shoulder at Western, a slow grin spreading across his face. Oh, he’s bad news alright.
He goes back to the scene, where they’re taking away the body of Trader in a black bag. My heart drops, and I swallow down the emotion rushing to the surface. Who would do this, and why? I turn and glance back at Western, who is watching me with an expression I haven’t seen from him in weeks. One of admiration and, maybe, just maybe, affection.
Then, he turns and walks out.
I follow him, not wanting to leave his side.
Quietly, we make our way back down to the shed, past the swarms of people and police officers. Fury can handle the situation out there. Right now, Western needs to process what just happened. A shooting death would be a trigger for him, I have no doubt about that, and he needs someone right now. Even if he thinks he doesn’t.
He walks straight into the living area and strips off his bloodied clothes. He tosses them to the ground and glances over his shoulder at me, his eyes so broken, before turning and walking to the shower. I don’t know if that was an invitation, but I’m going to take the risk and assume it was. With trembling fingers, I reach for my clothes and begin stripping down until I’m fully naked. Then, I follow him into the shower.
I hope I’m making the right choice.
8
Hot water runs over our bodies, warming even the coldest parts of us.
Western is facing the wall, his hands above his head, his forehead pressed to the tile in the shower. Water trickles down his back, over the bulges of muscle and intricate tattoos. I stand behind him, not entirely sure how to proceed. He doesn’t like being touched, but, right now, all I want to do is touch him. With shaky hands, I reach out and place my fingertips on his back. He flinches and turns, his cock already rock hard.
“No,” he growls.
I drop my hand.
Everything inside me so desperately wants to put my hands on him, but I can’t push him right now.
“Hands by your sides,” he grinds out.
I do as he asks, dropping my hands to my sides.
He reaches for me, his fingers tangling in my wet hair and curling until he forms a fist. I gasp as he pulls me closer, his lips only millimeters from mine, his breath hot and heavy against my mouth. Parting my lips slightly, I look up to meet his eyes. I want his mouth on mine, more than I want anything else in the world right now. Chest rising and falling, I hold his gaze, unsure what he’s going to do next.
His heavy pants blow air against my lips, and it feels as though the world stops when he finally brings his down over mine. The kiss is hard and fueled by the kind of emotion I couldn’t possibly understand. It’s hungry, it’s desperate, and it’s him screaming for comfort in the only way he knows how. I moan against his mouth as he parts my lips with his tongue, deepening the kiss until my body aches for him.
I want so much more, but, tonight, I’m letting him take the lead.
I’m just here for the ride.
Western kisses me until my lips burn, the kind of kiss he’s never given me before. It’s deep, and it’s meaningful. It’s full of the kind of emotions he’s too scared to show, so he’s giving it to me in a different way. I’ll take it, no matter what way he gives it. I’m in love with this man, and this moment, right here, only solidifies that.