Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Then I suppose you better climb on and find out,” I tell her, watching as she pushes off the streetlight and strides toward me.
Oakley doesn’t hesitate, stepping in beside Candice and throwing her leg over the back of my bike until she’s straddled right behind me, her warm cunt pressed right up against my ass as her hands slip around my waist. “What are you waiting for, Dalton Eros?” she murmurs in my ear, her lips brushing against my skin, saying my name with the kind of purr that has me ready to bend her over this fucking bike and fuck her right here in the street. “You said you’d feed me, and I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
I groan, the sound vibrating through my chest, and without another moment of hesitation, I reach for the handlebars and take off down the street. Oakley squeals, her long blonde hair flying out behind her as she curls her arms tighter around my waist, holding on for dear life.
“Holy fuck,” she booms. “This is amazing.”
“Just you fucking wait, Firefly.”
I hit the gas, taking us faster, and her laugh of glee in my ear does strange things to me. I fucking love it. I’ve taken plenty of girls on the back of my bike, but not one of them has reacted like this, and I sure as fuck haven’t reacted to them like this either.
My hand falls to her thigh as we sail down the road, taking us deeper into the city, and I don’t miss the way her fingers slip under the front of my shirt, plastering her hand to my stomach. Her skin is like fire against mine, burning every inch she touches like electricity sizzling between us.
Bringing Candice to a stop outside the best kebab store in the city, and probably the only one still open, Oakley places her hand on my shoulder and uses me to keep her balance as she climbs off. I cut the engine and follow her into the store before ordering for us both and making sure they’re packaged up to go.
“Wait,” Oakley says as I go to stride back out to my bike. “We’re not eating now?”
Glancing around the filthy store, I look back at her, more than ready to break her heart. They might have the best kebabs in the city, but they’re also dangerously close to being shut down due to multiple violations, though luckily none of them have anything to do with the way they cook their food. Besides, if I plan on winning this girl over, it’s not going to be done here. “Nah, but don’t worry. It’ll only be another minute and then you can eat.”
“Wow, that’s bold,” she mutters, teasingly. “Starting a first date off by depriving a woman of food after telling her not to eat all night. This better be worth it.”
A smirk cuts across my lips as I glance back at her. “Doubting me so soon?”
Oakley rolls her eyes, but I see nothing but intrigue shining through them, and damn do they shine bright. “Where are you taking me anyway?” she asks, narrowing that curious stare on me again.
“You’ll have to wait and see,” I say, leading her back to Candice. “Now get on so I can thoroughly rock your world.”
Oakley laughs as she does exactly as I’ve asked. “There you go with that misplaced confidence again.”
“Trust me,” I tell her, starting up Candice and smirking as the vibration rocks through the seat, making Oakley gasp and clench her thighs around me. “I haven’t misplaced a damn thing.”
Hitting the gas we take off, flying down the road for another ten minutes, though it seems as though time stands still with the way her hand slips beneath my shirt and claims every inch of my torso as her own.
I pull up into the valet parking of The DeVil Hotel and leave Candice running as I offer Oakley my hand. She gets off and stands on the pavement as I hand my keys to the night valet, Joe, who’s worked here for as long as I can remember. I’d trust this guy with my life. Hell, there have been times where I’ve meant that literally. Joe’s worked under Empire, specifically under Zade’s father, Lawson, for at least the last twenty years, and he’s so much more than just a valet. He’s been there when we needed a quick exit. At times even been the one to offer lifesaving medical treatment when we’ve come barreling back here, knocking on death’s door. I owe Joe my life, but right now, it’s not something Oakley needs to know about.
“Mr. Eros,” Joe says with a firm nod, taking my keys.
“Joe,” I say with a nod of my own, moving straight past him as I place my hand on Oakley’s lower back, leading her into the hotel Zade owns.