Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I pause, burger in hand, and meet her gaze. “Layla? She’s nobody. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
Cassidy chews thoughtfully, not quite convinced. “She was pretty snarky to me. You two...you’re done, right?”
I chuckle, setting my burger down. “Layla’s like a fucking fly on the fourth of July–annoying but harmless.”
Her eyes search mine, looking for something more. “I just want to be sure. I don’t do well with... leftovers.”
I reach across the table, covering her hand with mine. “Cassidy, you’re not a leftover. You’re the main course, the prime cut. Layla was just a convenience.”
“Ouch,” she says, wincing at my brutal honesty.
I shrug to avoid her disapproving gaze. “It’s the truth. She’s nothing more than a club whore.” My stomach turns at the thought of Layla’s hands on me.
“An itch to scratch?”
I nod. “You pissed?”
“Not as long as I don’t have to throat punch her,” she adds with a smile, ordering a soda-to-go from the waitress. “I don’t, do I?”
“Nah. Ace sent her to work at one of the other MC businesses, so she won’t be a problem anymore.”
Relief washes over Cassidy’s face, and she squeezes my hand in return. “Good,” she says softly. “Because I won’t be anyone’s second choice.”
“Cassidy, you will never be my second choice.”
“Good. I’m happy you say that. So next question.”
“Anything you want to know,” I tell her honestly.
“Did you become a biker because you wanted to tinker with engines or because you wanted to whoop ass?”
That’s an easy answer, and I flash her a flirtatious smile, leaning across the table. “Yes.”
“So, you’re a bad boy down to your core?”
“Does that turn you on, Cass, bad boys?”
Cassidy lets out a little laugh and says, “You turn me on. Bad boy.”
In that moment, I know, without a fucking doubt in my mind, that I love this girl. I can’t tell her now, of course. It’s too soon. But I will.
Soon.
“Hey, where’d you go?” She waves both hands in front of my face.
I blink and flash another smile. “I was just thinking how much I like being with you. Even when I’m not fucking you.”
Her smile goes so fucking wide it illuminates the inside of the restaurant. “That is, without a doubt, the weirdest and sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Thanks?”
Her laughter sounds again, drawing a few stares, but she’s oblivious because her gaze is on me. “You’re welcome. And thank you, again, for saving me.” She lifts her soda into the air. “To white knights on motorcycles.”
“And the beautiful damsel in the eighteen-wheeler.”
“And the ooey-gooey-on-the-inside bad boy who saved her.”
I tap my soda glass to her paper cup. “Cheers, baby! I love the way you think.”
It’s not the only thing I love, but any more and it might scare her away.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Cassidy
“Come on, let’s get a room. You up for spending a night or two in Atlanta before we head back?”
“More hours with you and a day or two not on the highway? Fuck yes, please.”
We arrive at the hotel twenty minutes later, storming into the room without a care in the world. “I could really use a shower,” I say, already kicking off my shoes and shoving my jeans off as quick as I can.
“Want some company?” Diesel flashes that panty-melting grin that makes my heart beat a little faster before licking his lips.
I freeze, smiling at him with a quick shake of my head. “Nah, I’m good.”
“Not fair,” he growls, undressing quickly and rushing to the bathroom, where steam fills the room.
Seconds later, I saunter in wearing nothing but a smile. “Is the water warm?”
“Tease,” he laughs in surprise. “Only one way to find out.” He wiggles his eyebrows, licking his lips with a predatory gaze.
I step under the shower first, and Diesel is right behind me, his chest against my back as the hot spray beats on us both. “Damn, this water is fucking perfect.”
“Just like you.” Diesel growls the words, nipping at my ear.
I tilt my head back, moaning when he kisses me all over, from my mouth to my neck and across my shoulder. “You’re wicked.”
“Don’t you forget it, babe.” His hands land on my hips, sliding up to my slick tits, cupping them in his strong hands. “I can’t get enough of you, Cass.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t have to,” I whisper, leaning against his shoulder while his big, capable hands massage my tits. “That’s nice. Really fucking nice.”
His hands never let up, kneading the soft flesh of my belly before dipping between my thighs, where he finds me wet and swollen. “Fuck, Cassidy.”
“It’s been too long,” I moan, pushing my hips forward so his fingers take me exactly where I want to go.
“Since last night?” he laughs.
“That’s too long for me.”
“You’re so fucking wet, dirty girl. Tell me it’s all for me, Cassidy.”
I shiver, and my head falls back as my eyes flutter shut. “It’s all for you, Diesel.” His fingers tease my clit before sliding inside, a hard thrust that has me moaning his name as water cascades down on both of us. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”