Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I was bringing them to you!” I told her when she appeared in the doorway, mouth open in mock outrage.
“Sure. Sure,” she said, taking the plate from me.
She looked good.
And I couldn’t help but wonder, and really like the idea of, if she’d gone a little overboard getting ready because she wanted to look good for me around my friends.
I mean, I’d have taken the woman in a hole-riddled oversized tee and shorts.
But, fuck, did she look good in the black jumpsuit she’d chosen instead. It had a plunging V of a neckline between her breasts and short shorts that showed off a lot of leg.
“What?” she asked, watching me as I stared at her chest.
“How is that bra hidden?” I asked.
To that, she stuck a cookie between her teeth, then yanked one side of the shirt, exposing her breast.
“Fuck,” I hissed, taking a deep breath. “Could you not flash me when we need to be heading out the door?”
“Just something to keep in mind tonight,” she said with a shrug before finishing off a cookie, then reaching for another.
And I would be thinking about that.
One flick, and she would be naked save for her panties.
“These shoes suck, but I can’t wear anything cute with the stupid bandages all over my feet.
She’d taken off the gauze wrap, and seemed to have opted for a couple giant Band-Aids instead.
“Believe me, babe, no one’s gonna be looking at your feet,” I said, gaze moving over her again.
Her eyes were warm when my gaze finally made it back to her face.
“Okay. One more cookie, and we are going,” she said, snagging one off of the plate. “I’m bitter that I have to put a helmet over this hair,” she added, reaching up to tousle it slightly.
“It’s a short ride,” I reminded her. “Won’t get a chance to get too fucked up.”
With that, we were off.
And I’d never experienced anything like the pride I felt as we made our way up the front path toward the clubhouse, my arm thrown over her shoulders.
Mine.
She was mine.
And I really fucking wanted to show her off to the guys.
“Wow, this place is packed already,” she said as I reached to pull open the door.
It was, too.
Clearly, Sully, Nave, and Callow had gotten word of the party, and took the news very seriously, making ten or twelve scantily-clad club girls head right over.
Most of the guys had shown up too—Dezi, Seth, Voss, Valen. Seth’s woman was home, though, likely hanging with the kids. I knew he’d cut out as soon as he said hi to the twins.
Some of the OG members of the club had shown up too, curious to see their nephews after so long.
Brooks, as usual, was doing too much.
Putting out ice and snacks, checking the levels of the liquor on the back bar. Shit that should have been the domain of the prospects.
Maybe he’d get more help around here when Rune and Croft were officially prospecting too. Being legacies, they knew what would be expected of them. And that their old man would get on their asses if they weren’t doing what they were supposed to.
“Want a drink?” I asked as I walked her over toward the bar, nodding at some of the guys as we passed.
“Sure,” she said, just as Fallon materialized out of nowhere in front of us.
“Ma said you had company,” he said, gaze moving over Lexy.
“Lex,” he said in that familiar, cocky way of his.
But this was Lexy he was dealing with.
She gave it right back.
“Fal,” she said, getting a small smirk out of him.
“How’s your head?” he asked, glancing at it, but she had her hair parted so it covered her stitches.
“Better than my feet,” she admitted, making his gaze move down.
“Right. Yeah. Heard about that. Did every… who the fuck is that?” he asked, looking behind me.
I glanced back, and there was Perish, swallowing up the whole door.
Voss saw him and made his way over.
“Perish,” I said. “He’s been a lot of help. Figured he deserved to come to a party since he’s prospecting soon.”
Fallon made a grunting noise, but nodded.
“How far out are the twins?” I asked.
“Fifteen, tops,” he said.
“Is Dad here?” I asked.
“Not yet. Think he’s heading over eventually, though. But you know what’s gonna happen if he gets to meet her before Ma does,” Fallon said, looking at Lexy.
“She can come,” I said, shrugging, glad that my arm was around Lexy, so I could feel her reaction to my brother’s insinuation. She had none.
“Yeah?” Fallon asked, looking at Lexy.
“Why couldn’t she?” she asked.
“Hmm,” Fallon said, annoyed he couldn’t start some shit. “Nice seeing you, Lex,” he said, then moved away to go talk to Perish.
“I feel like he wanted me to throw some sort of fit,” Lexy said.
“Yeah, that’s on-character for him.”
“I’m okay with meeting your parents,” she said. “But I understand if you don’t—“