Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I laugh. “I’m sorry you all walked in on me cleaning, I was sure I was going to be alone for the rest of the day.”
“Not sorry we came in,” Hank murmurs. “Not fuckin’ sorry at all.”
Gosh, they know how to make a girl feel special.
“I’ll just get changed and carry on.”
I rush past them all and I know my ass is bouncing when I do, I also know there are four sets of eyes on it as I run down the hall.
I run with a grin.
I pull on a pair of shorts but leave the crop and come back out to find them all sitting on the deck with a beer.
“What brings you all here?” I ask at the door, leaning my shoulder against it.
Remy looks up. “Just got some shit to discuss. Meant it, you want to go out tonight, I’m takin’ you.”
Oh, boy.
I mean, as if I’m going to say no. Remy is gorgeous. He’s like a fucking dark angel, with that short dark hair, those nearly black eyes and that incredible olive skin that makes my vagina do a happy dance. He’s of Indian descent, no doubt about it. I know because I am, too, and we have the same skin. We’d make cute babies, that’s for sure.
He’d also fuck like a god, and heaven knows I need it right now.
“Well, I guess we’re going out tonight then.” I grin. “You have to know, I’m wound up like a clock, I hope you’re sure what you’re getting into.”
He grins. “I’m fuckin’ sure.”
Adan looks to me, and I expect to see anger, but I see an almost confused expression. Like he’s actually shocked I’m accepting Remy’s offer.
I turn and walk inside to make some sandwiches for them.
Adan comes in a few minutes later.
“You’re not goin’ out with Remy.”
I snort, slicing the tomato. “I am.”
“Why?”
“Why not, Adan? You said I need a man to fuck me a certain way? I’m quite sure Remy is that man.”
“He’s part of the fuckin’ club.”
“Yes, he is. Which makes him worth my time.”
I look up at him and he stares at me, like he has so many things he wants to say but doesn’t.
“Go ahead, then,” he growls.
“Oh, I will. What happened to Lorelei, I thought the two of you would be out all day?”
“I’m takin’ her out tonight.”
“I guess we’ll both be getting lucky tonight then.” I grin, spinning on my heel with a plate full of sandwiches.
I walk them outside and the guys dig in.
“You keep gettin’ better and better,” Remy praises.
“Oh, believe me, it’s never ending.” I smile and then disappear back inside to keep cleaning.
Hell yes, Ramona is back, baby.
Finally.
12
“You’re going out with Remy?” Eve asks, eyebrows raised.
“Girl, I would too if I were you,” Eve’s twin brother Dom says, sitting across from me at the table.
“Exactly, why wouldn’t I? He asked, and I’m not going to say no to a man that looks like that.”
Eve nods enthusiastically. “This will drive Adan crazy, that’s for certain.”
“I have no doubt it will, but I don’t care what Adan thinks anymore. I’m doing this because I want to.”
“That’s our girl,” Dom says, grinning.
“Don’t encourage her, Dom. She’ll end up pregnant to a biker,” Eve scoffs, and then grins at me.
“There are worse things in this world,” I laugh.
“You’re right about that,” Dom agrees.
“Ladies, it has been too long.”
We turn to see Doris walking in followed by two of her friends. She’s a never ending door for friends, old Doris. She’s got a different one each week. She walks in, dressed well as always, looking like she belongs on the set of Downton Abbey and not in Wildflowers. She always holds herself so well, she’s always dressed nicely and walks with an air about her.
“Doris, it’s good to see you,” I say, standing up to give her a hug.
She’s practically our grandmother now.
She takes a seat and the other ladies go to order, it’s as if she’s the damned queen.
“Tell me,” she says, leaning forward. “How are things going with that delicious biker?”
I laugh. “They’re not, he’s a hard one to crack.”
“So she’s going out with another one tonight.” Dom wiggles his brows. “Girl is playing the field.”
“That’ll guarantee to get him going.” Doris nods. “I always say, men want what they can’t have.”
“As if she’d say no if he came and threw her down on the bed.” Eve winks.
“He doesn’t know that, though. Does he?” Doris points out. “Besides, there is nothing wrong with playing the field, tasting some other cuisine.”
I snort. “Well, I never said I was going to taste him, but if he asks ...”
“You’ll taste him,” they all say at once.
“Maybe a little lick.”
Doris beams. “I’m teaching you both well. Tell me, Eve, how is Cash?”
“He’s good, Doris. We’re good.”
“I hope you’re not giving him too much attention. Women that give too much, lose in the end. Always play hard to get, dear.”