Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
She sighed and dropped her hand. “Fine, but we’re not doing anything. I don’t want to … have sex with you right now. I’m too angry.”
“Fine.”
The truth was, he wasn’t in the right mood for sex either, which was fucked up, but he knew he’d be able to convince her with his cock. She hadn’t given him any other signs of wanting him either, other than for sex.
“Let’s watch a movie.”
He knew he should give her a reason to leave, force her out of his life, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Smokey hadn’t complained about him missing at the club. His prez knew about this place, and he wasn’t too far if he was needed to be there.
And right now, he was being entirely selfish when it came to Harlow. He didn’t want to share her, and taking her to this place was the only safe bet he had.
The moment Big Dick found out, he was done for, which was why he was making sure her brother didn’t know.
****
Harlow didn’t consider herself a big drinker. She had spent her birthday working, but now Raven had insisted she take a shot. There was nothing wrong with taking a shot or enjoying the attention of the girls that surrounded her. Most of the free club pussy were off around Ryan’s old bar.
She wasn’t sure of the history of Ryan’s Place as the guy who originally owned it ended up in jail. She did believe he was a member of the Hell’s Bastards MC, and then his son took over, but then his son left, or ended up missing. Harlow wasn’t exactly sure of the accuracy of that. Either way, she figured it was owned by the MC club now anyway, seeing as it did close for a short while and then miraculously reopened not too long ago.
“You only turn twenty-one once. Enjoy it,” Raven said.
She slapped the top of the bar, and in the next second, the barman had laid out multiple shot glasses and filled them all with, from what Raven had told her, vegan-approved tequila, which she appreciated. Lifting her glass, she knocked back the shot, wincing at the taste.
“I am not a drinker,” Harlow said.
Raven laughed. “When you surround yourself with men, it’s easy to look like you do and play the part, but since Carlos has come into my life, I’m not much of a drinker either.”
Since Raven had given birth to her twin girls, Winter and Summer, Harlow had seen a difference in the other woman. There was a time she had been a dark soul. Cold, calculating, quiet, and deadly. She was still all those things, but there was a lightness to her. Her daughters helped her smile. So did Carlos, when he’d not done something to piss her off, which was very rare. She knew Carlos and Smokey had done something bad. It was why he and Hunter had come to her to find Raven.
Harlow already knew where she’d been hiding. Like her brother, she had a horrible knack for finding people. Sometimes, people who were not ready to be found.
“To being twenty-one, carefree, and without a man.” Raven placed her arm across her shoulders and spun her around. “Think about it, you can have any man in this room, if you so desired.”
Harlow chuckled. There was only one man she wanted, and he had asked her to behave tonight. Dancing with strange men wasn’t exactly high up on her repertoire. She had no interest in pretending to be curious about a guy, and she certainly wasn’t going to lead him on.
“I’ll just take the drink.”
“Fair play.”
Ava came up behind her, wrapped an arm around her, and kissed the top of her head. “How is one of my favorite people in the world?”
Harlow laughed. She tried not to show it, but the fact Ava had said that meant a great deal to her.
“I’m doing good. Loving the shots.” She noticed Ava was only drinking from bottled water.
She wore a very sexy red dress. It must be the early stages of her pregnancy, because to Harlow, it didn’t show.
Next, Abriana came to her, hugging her tightly. Abriana had to be the most expressive of them all, and filled with love for everyone. Apart from Larissa, but she didn’t exactly count, even though she was part of their group. Larissa was different from a lot of people.
“This is awesome,” Larissa said. She wasn’t drinking shots, but had a bottle of orange soda in her hands.
Before Harlow could say anything, Larissa was grabbing her hand.
“We have to dance.”
No one tried to stop them, and Harlow laughed, willingly letting herself be dragged onto the dance floor.
Larissa let out a whoop, and she hadn’t let go of her orange.
“Do you even know how to dance?” Harlow asked.
“No. Other than dancing around my room and having fun that way, who cares? It is your birthday, girl. I think it’s only fair you get up and dance.”