Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Stud? Or Rory?” Jewell ground out through clenched teeth.
“Rory. I know you haven’t fucked Stud,” Killyama snapped back. “Chill the fuck out. This dude is asking to trade Stud’s bike for”—Killyama jerked her chin in Rory’s direction—“his services. You go out to eat at a new restaurant, you fucking check out the reviews first, don’t ya?”
The woman has a point, Rory thought.
“I have a website with reviews.” Rory took out his cell phone to pull up his website. “I also list the type of lessons I give.”
Killyama wasn’t distracted by the cell phone Rory was trying to show her. “I’m fucking asking Jewell. Anyone can make up a fucking review.”
Thank God he wasn’t easily embarrassed as the women from the night before shoved their way through the crowd to stand with Killyama, who loudly went on about the only reference she would consider.
“Using my man as a baseline,” Killyama continued, “this dude have any new tricks he can teach Train to make me happier, while keeping in mind I’m pretty fucking happy how my man gets the job done now?”
Jewell came under the censure of the burgeoning crowd.
Rory was seriously regretting the offer when Jewell’s cold gaze switched to him. “Yes.”
Sex Piston’s loud mouth broke the silence. “What in the fuck is going on?”
Killyama didn’t give Stud the opportunity to tell her.
“What did he say?” Sex Piston asked when Killyama finished.
Rory felt a drop of sweat run down his back when Sex Piston focused on him like a lollipop in a candy store.
Stud’s nostrils flared. “I said no.”
Sex Piston moved around Killyama to slide her arm through Stud’s. “Let’s not be so hasty. I want to hear some specifics. What makes you think you can teach my hubby what he isn’t already doing for me?”
Rory wasn’t stupid. He kept his eyes level with Sex Piston’s, aware that if they dipped any lower, Stud would use it as an excuse to beat the crap out of him. “Can he make you come without laying a finger on you?”
“No, he can’t.”
“I can teach him how.”
“Anything else?”
“You won’t be the only one to benefit from my lessons. Stud will also. I can teach you how to arouse him in ways you’ve never done before.”
Sex Piston gave him a wily smile. “I doubt that … I can be very inventive.”
“Have you ever tied his arms up and played with the inside of his arm?”
Her smiled slipped while, for the first time, Stud began to look interested.
“I might go for trying that out …”
Sex Piston’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You’d let me handcuff you?”
“Fuck no, but I’d let you tie me up … loosely.”
Rory sized the married couple up. “You two would really benefit from my instructions. Stud would learn to trust you more, and I can teach you how to be more sensitive to his insecurities.”
“I’m not fucking insecure!”
“I am fucking sensitive!”
Rory just arched his eyebrows when the couple started denying their weakness. Folding his arms across his chest, confident in his assessment, he waited. He expected Sex Piston to be the first to cave, but it was Stud.
“Ten virtual lessons wouldn’t cover the cost of the tires and the muffler.”
“Fuck virtual,” Sex Piston chimed in, taking over the negotiations. “You going to virtually ride the bike? Either we do the classes in person, or no deal.”
“I can stick around until you complete the lessons,” Rory agreed easily.
Sex Piston wasn’t done bargaining. “You’re going to have to throw in at least six lessons for my bitches.”
Rory frowned. “How many are there?”
“Four.”
“That’s doable.”
“Don’t forget me.” Ginny poked her head between Sex Piston and Stud. “That makes fi—”
Her head disappeared with a squeal. Then Rory heard a mumbled, “Never mind.”
Rory tilted his head sideways to see Reaper frog-marching Ginny toward his bike.
Wiping his forehead at the close call, he tuned back in to hear Rider arguing with Stud.
“My offer is better! And I’ll even pay the price you want for the bike in cold, hard cash.”
“Me, too,” Knox echoed, despite his wife hitting him on his shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up everyone!” Sex Piston shouted. “The only Last Rider I want to listen to right now is Jewell. Whose offer should Stud take?”
Everyone in the crowd turned their head toward Jewell.
Rory kept his face impassive, not attempting to sway her to his side.
“Shade, are you going to put in an offer?” Jewell asked.
“No.”
“Then take Rory’s offer.” The chill in her voice showed just how angry Jewell was with him.
“If you’re willing not to take possession of the bike until the lessons are over, then we have a deal,” Stud stipulated.
“I’m cool with that,” Rory agreed.
“Does that mean we can’t take our turn?” Rider asked Stud.
“No, you can still ride the bike. I need to check and make sure there aren’t any glitches.”
Rory nodded in agreement when Stud arched him a questioning brow.