Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I padded back into the kitchen to get away from the temptation the bed presented, and Fox followed right behind me.
“This place is amazing. I have to admit that I’m surprised by how clean it is, though. Unless somebody needed to be here recently?” I shook my head with a shrug. “Which you can’t tell me since it would be club business.”
“True,” he conceded with a grin. “But that’s not the reason. One of the prospects does a safe house run each month, ensuring they are fully stocked and spotless.”
I laughed softly. “One of the best parts of the biker lifestyle is having prospects do all the dirty work.”
“It sure as fuck has its advantages, but we also have another chapter nearby. Mav checked in with one of their guys to make sure this place was ready for us.” He jerked his chin toward the door that he hadn’t taken me through during the tour. “But while we’re on the topic of club business, only go in there if things go to shit and you need a weapon. That should never fucking happen with me around to protect you, but better safe than sorry.”
“Yeah, that’s what my dad said when he took Molly and me to the shooting range and self-defense lessons. He wanted us to be ready for anything life threw our way,” I explained.
“Always knew your dad was a standup guy. Glad he made sure you can handle a weapon.”
Holy crap. Even the way he said “handle” sounded sexy. It made me picture his dick in my hand instead of a gun.
Fanning myself with my hand while I wondered what it was about Fox that had turned me into a woman with sex on the brain, I peeked into the pantry again. “Looks like I have plenty of options for what to make for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow morning before we leave.”
“I got some bad news for you, baby.” He lifted his hand to wiggle his cell phone. “The river is getting too high, so they’re closing the road outta town. Not sure how long we’ll be here, but it’s definitely gonna be more than one day.”
“Oh.” I’d never really been one to struggle over what to say, but that was all I could come up with at the moment.
His lips curved into a smirk that showed he knew the impact he had on me, so I was surprised when he didn’t call me on it and instead murmured, “You any good in the kitchen, baby?”
I nodded. “Yup.”
“That’s lucky for me because I’m starving.”
The heat in his dark eyes made me think he was talking about more than food. I shivered, and he must’ve assumed it was because of my wet clothes because he said, “You need to get in a hot shower so you can get warmed up.”
“Yeah, that’d be good,” I agreed.
“Go on,” he suggested, jerking his chin toward the door. “I need to make a call. Club business. But I shouldn’t be too long.”
“No need to explain, Fox. I get it.”
His wording kind of sounded as though he was going to join me in there…which should freak me out. Instead, I wondered how slow I could go while padding over to my bag to bring my stuff into the bedroom.
“Dahlia?”
I paused before disappearing into the bedroom and looked back at him over my shoulder.
“You call me Kye, got it?”
His eyes watched me intensely, and his low and gruff tone sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, then turned to hide the giant smile that took over my face as I headed to the shower.
4
FOX
I gritted my teeth as I watched Dahlia’s sexy hips sway as she walked into the bedroom. I didn’t want her out of my sight, but I appreciated that she immediately understood the need for privacy while I handled club shit. As the president of the Iron Rogues, my old lady would need to understand the rules and her role, so it just hammered home the knowledge that Dahlia was fucking perfect for me.
My call was unavoidable, but I was gonna get through that shit as fast as possible. The thought of Dahlia naked, with water running over her curves…fuck. My cock was in danger of punching a hole through my pants.
Quickly, I checked the doors and windows before setting the alarm, then retrieved the sat phone from the kitchen and dropped onto the couch.
“Seems you survived the weather if you’re calling from the safehouse,” Maverick muttered when he answered after the third ring, sounding irritated and a little out of breath. I didn’t have to guess what he’d been up to...especially since I heard Molly tell him to be patient. I had no desire to know what she was talking about.
“Your concern is touching,” I deadpanned.
“You got a hand for that, asshole.”