Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“How could I forget.” He laughs, shaking his head. A huge bouquet of flowers blocks my view for a moment. This must be what I spent four-hundred dollars on. Where the hell is Amy? I didn’t get them to make the kitchen smell nice.
I take a breath, because I’m ready to break Rip’s ribs if Julianna doesn’t stop touching his arm. This must be why Ox went radio silent. He wasn’t about to tell me she changed her hair color.
She must feel me, because she’s the first to turn, her eyes instantly finding mine. And that’s when the world, universe, everything changes for me. This is the moment I allow myself to bleed for everything we might be, but more than likely will never be.
She was beautiful before. Now she’s fucking exquisite. A goddess, my own magical siren, put on this earth to enchant and destroy me. She will be what takes me down, not a Russian or any other thug. It will be this woman whose big blue eyes watch me, clear and open. She shows me her soul, and it’s entwined with mine.
Mine.
Raising her chin, I caress her face with my thumb. So delicate. Her lips are stained like plum-red berries, and I almost dip my head to suck on them knowing they taste as sweet as sugar.
“Ho-ly fuck.” Dolly’s voice shatters my sphere, the one that’s only me and my jewel.
“Where’s Eve when I need her?” Her big brown eyes are bugging out of her head. “I mean, this is… are you guys seeing this?” She points at us.
I arch a dark brow at Julianna and trace her lips with my thumb.
She smiles at me. “Do you like it?” Her voice is raspy, and she bats her long black lashes up at me.
“I do.” My hand trails down to her neck.
Edge clears his throat. I glance over to witness him scooting a reluctant Dolly toward the door.
“Stop watching them.” He laughs as she tries to knock his hand away
“But—”
“Babe, you can tell Eve all about this later. We’re late picking up Gunner.” He keeps moving them out of the kitchen.
“God, I should have filmed that. What was I thinking?” her voice fades as I turn to stare daggers at Rip.
Lighting up a joint, he leans his ass against the counter. “Don’t mind me.” He grins, inhaling deeply and holding it.
“Christ.” My hands drop as I take in his face. He looks like shit. His nose has a butterfly bandage across the arch, and he’s got two black eyes.
“Oh my God, Ryder, did you hear what happened to poor Rip?” Julianna grabs my bicep, and I feel her touch go straight to my cock. I’ve never liked any sort of public affection. In fact, it’s always annoyed me, but a small touch from Julianna makes me feel like the whole world is better.
“He got hit by a car,” she says. Looking down at her, I force myself back into the room with Rip, unfortunately.
“I hope you got the license plate number.”
“Actually…” He exhales the residual smoke. “It was a truck, Jule.” He grins. “I got taken down by a truck.” He lets out a laugh.
“Yeah, you’re lucky you lived.” Reaching out, I caress Julianna’s red strands and dip my head to smell her. Like apples dipped in caramel.
“Have you eaten?” I pet her.
She nods, licking her lips.
Jesus Christ, I’m like the Big Bad Wolf in Little Red Riding Hood. I can’t wait to eat her.
“Go ice your nose,” I growl over my shoulder, placing my hand on Julianna’s lower back and guiding her out.
“Nah. Don’t worry about me. I’m big and strong. Just need a little tender loving care from some special woman,” he calls after us.
Fucking Rip. I shake my head. As if I’m gonna let this go with him. He’s lucky Edge and Dolly were in the kitchen. Two minutes ago, I might have tossed him out the glass patio door. On the way upstairs, I drop my hand to Julianna’s ass—it’s perfect, round, and fucking ripe.
She gasps and looks down at me, then over my shoulder to see if anyone is watching us.
“Ryder,” she whispers, her cheeks turning pink, but I’m done.
Grabbing her hand, I pull her into my clean room, the faint smell of Lysol still lingering. Amy must have cleaned it while we were gone. I slam the door shut, and Julianna’s eyes move to mine. Pulling off my cut and T-shirt, I toss them to the floor.
“Is everything, I mean, did some… Oh God.” Her eyes widen as I kick off my boots and jeans.
“Strip,” I demand, dropping into my chair and unscrewing the lid of the Jack Daniel’s bottle.
She bites her lip but pulls off her top.
“Faster,” I hiss.
She jumps, squinting her eyes. “What’s happened?” Raising a foot, she gracefully removes her ballet flat with one hand.