Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Killian just grins.
“I like you jealous.”
“Yeah?” I mutter. “Why?”
“Because it’s sexy as fuck, that’s why,” he growls. “And no, I didn’t. Sleep with her, that is. I mean, I literally fell asleep in the same room as her, drunk as a skunk. But believe me, that was it.”
I look down into my coffee.
“Sorry,” I mumble. “That none of my—”
“I’m telling you anyways,” he purrs, squeezing my hands. “So, this gig was to settle that—”
He freezes as he turns to look out the window, and I frown.
“What?”
“Oh fuck.”
I follow his gaze, and suddenly, my heart skips a beat. Across the road, black SUVs and sedans are roaring into the motel parking lot, and men in suits who look a lot like the guys from last night are pouring out of them.
…And they’ve got guns.
The whole crew runs right for our room, and suddenly, I slam my hand over my mouth to cover the shriek as they start to just open fire, blasting away at the motel. The window to our room shatters, and the door is ripped off the hinges under the onslaught, and I’m staring in horror as I feel Killian’s hands grab me, pulling me from the booth.
“We’re going, now,” he growls.
“Wait, hang on.”
“Nicole, we need to—”
“We need to sit still,” I whisper. “If we make a scene and just rush out of here without paying and tear off on that loud bike, they’ll notice. So, sit.”
He narrows his eyes at me, a slight smirk on his face. And then, he sits, and steeples his hands in front of him.
“Go on.”
I swallow, biting my lip.
“We pay our bill, we hang out and finish our coffee, and we lay low. I mean we don’t have a car or anything, and the bike is still across the street. When they leave…”
He nods, smiling curiously at me.
“You’re pretty damn smart, you know.”
“I do know.”
He grins, and suddenly glances up as the waitress walks over to refill our coffees.
“We’ll take our check, thanks.”
A few minutes later, we watch the black cars drive off before we run back across the street. The motel is riddled with holes, and we can hear sirens wailing in the distance.
“Get on,” he growls, helping me climb on behind him. My arms wrap tight around his waist.
“How did they know we were here?”
“I don’t know,” he growls, shaking his head. “The car might’ve been tracked, but this bike has been sitting in Grey’s garage for two years, and we’re wearing new clothes.”
He frowns, and suddenly freezes.
“Shit, unless it’s our phones they’re tracking.”
I shake my head.
“That’s just in the movies.”
“Nicole—”
“No, I’m serious. Remember when the FBI was trying to sue Apple to break open an iPhone that belonged to a suspected bomber, because they, the freaking FBI couldn’t? You can’t just track someone’s phone without them knowing it, not without an app. And I think we’d both have noticed that.”
The sirens are getting louder, and he growls as he nods.
“Alright, we’re going to figure this out. For now, we gotta haul ass, right now.”
I nod and grip him tightly as he starts the bike with a thunderous roar. We skid out of the parking lot, barreling off down the road away from the motel and the sirens, and onto whatever the hell comes next.
Chapter Twelve
Killian
Inside the store, I watch Nicole as I gas up the bike outside. She smiles at the cashier as she pays for the toothbrushes and other toiletries we don’t have, and goddamn does that smile just light of the whole damn world. The sun glances off of her long red hair like fire, and I just keep fucking smiling as I stare at her.
Fuck, she’s amazing. I want her, yes—in every conceivable way a man could want a woman. But there’s a whole lot more to it too. I don’t just “want” her, I’m fucking falling for her—like really, seriously falling.
Or if we’re being honest, I already have, in a major way.
My pulse quickens as I watch her pick up the bag of stuff and turn to walk out of the mini-mart. The sun shines over her, and, well, maybe a little through the shirt I picked up for her earlier.
…There’s a chance I bought that shirt on purpose.
She runs a hand through her hair, and fuck if my cock doesn’t swell rock hard in my jeans. I growl, squeezing the gas nozzle tight as my eyes just fucking drink her in. She looks up as she walks over, and when she catches me staring, she blushes and grins shyly. I finish filling up as she gets to the bike and rack the nozzle before I put a leg over the bike and get on.
“Busted,” she grins.
“Yeah? What, staring at you?”
She nods, blushing.
“Get used to it,” I growl as she giggles and stuffs our supplies into the saddlebag. She starts to get on behind me, but I stop her.