Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Oh, right. Yeah. Of course,” I said, nodding. “I don’t mind,” I added.
In fact, that might just work into my plans of seduction perfectly. No insecurity about anyone overhearing us if there was a party raging downstairs.
“Riff and Raff should be pulling in soon too,” he added.
“Oh, yeah,” I agreed, knowing the stories about them, but never having actually met them.
They weren’t in town that often. Or when they were, they weren’t around for long.
If I understood correctly, Riff and Raff were brothers. Twins? Maybe? I didn’t remember. And they seemed to do a lot of the, ah, weapons acquiring from down South where the laws were looser, and brought them back to the clubhouse.
“For the sake of plausible deniability,” Slash said, interrupting my thoughts. “You might want to go… make your bed when they get here.”
“Make my… oh,” I said, understanding.
If Riff and Raff were bringing in weapons, then I needed to be busy, so I didn’t see, and wasn’t involved.
The last thing in the world I needed was to get involved with more criminal stuff.
“I actually have to, ah, sort my laundry today. It should take an hour. At least,” I said.
“That’a girl,” Slash said with a smirk as he walked out of the room.
Just to be safe, I went upstairs after I grabbed a bite to eat, bringing an extra drink with me, in case I needed to hide away for an extended period of time.
I sorted my laundry.
Tidied up both mine and Detroit’s room.
Then I planned out my, you know, under things to change into later.
I would do a shave and lotion first too.
Over the top? Maybe. But I wanted it to be perfect, since I was having a little anxiety about it.
All that done, I stared at the bed, realizing there was one thing I was missing.
Protection.
I always had some at my apartment, a box that I had rotated out twice already, not trusting them when they got close to their expiration dates, and not having any men in my life.
But I didn’t ever carry protection with me.
I didn’t need it.
Exhaling hard, feeling like I was invading his privacy, I went into Detroit’s nightstands.
I lucked out, finding a box that was still good.
I took out one, putting it in the other nightstand, making sure we had them in easy reach.
Then, when the sounds of voices rose, sounding more friendly than work-related, I took a deep breath, and made my way downstairs.
All the while wondering if Detroit could sense what was coming.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Detroit
“You alright?” Coach asked as he drove the SUV out of the driveway.
Granted, Coach was intuitive.
But there was also no mistaking my mood right then.
I was fucking aching with need for the woman who had her hand wrapped around my cock just moments before, whose pussy was squeezing my fingers, and whose lips were against my skin.
I wanted her to keep stroking me until I came.
I also wanted to pick her up, press her against the wall, and slide my cock into her tight pussy, feeling her walls close around me, hearing her moans as I stretched her, as I made her mine.
And then I couldn’t have any of that.
I never expected, when I’d rushed back in to grab my phone, that I would find Everleigh in the tub. And I damn sure couldn’t have imagined that she would be in that tub with her hand between her thighs. Or that she wouldn’t want me to leave, that she wanted me to watch, then participate.
I’d been in a rush, or I probably wouldn’t have burst in at all.
But when Slash said our next prospect was getting out almost immediately, it meant we had to hustle.
The disappointment, though, yeah, that was making me surly.
“Fine,” I said. “Just wasn’t expecting this today,” I admitted. Which was true. None of us were. We were anticipating Riff and Raff coming with a drop of weapons. But not having to go meet and talk to this guy.
Because it wasn’t like we could approach them in prison with the offer of becoming an outlaw biker. We had to do it once they were free.
It was usually Judge, Sway, or Crow doing this shit. Judge, because he’d been that unsuspecting guy walking out of prison one day only to be met by one of us. Sway and Crow because they were just more personable than I was.
But Judge, Sway, and Crow were busy with their women or their kids now. Which meant Coach got to act as the ex-con mentor. And I had to try to be the fucking welcome wagon. When all I could think about was the soft feel of Everleigh’s skin, the moans as I touched her, the way her hands felt greedy as they moved over me.
“The party’ll be good, though,” Coach said. “With Riff and Raff in town too.”