Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Deciding this was a discussion best had when I had time to actually discuss it, I grabbed my coffee and walked out to the curb where my cab was waiting.
Trance had said he’d take me, but he’d looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn’t have the heart to wake him.
Now, though, I was glad I’d decided to call a cab. I didn’t think I could talk to him about the incident without yelling at him, and he didn’t need my shit after the night he had. Tonight would be soon enough.
Except I didn’t take into account the bear of the man I’d fallen head over heels for to come barreling out of my apartment as if his ass was on fire. Shirtless. With his pants zipped but not buttoned. His feet were in his boots, with his pants haphazardly sticking half in, half out of his boots.
His abs rippled as he stalked in my direction, and I had an insane desire to hop into the car and take off. He’d only follow me, though. It would be better for me to just stand here and wait for the inevitable.
Leaning into the open window of the cab I said, “I’m sorry. Looks like I won’t be needing that ride after all.”
“No problem, darlin’.” Sylvester, one of my regular cab drivers, said.
“Have a good day, Sly.” I said as I tapped the window and stepped back just as I felt the heat of a thousand pissed off suns at my back.
I shivered involuntarily, and leaned back into the heat of Trance’s body.
His arms didn’t encircle my waist as I figured he would.
Instead, one hand latched onto my left hip, while the other hand went up to encircle my throat.
Not tightly, but enough that I felt a tiny thrill surge through me at the absolute differentness to the gesture.
His thumb pressed against the beat of my pulse while the other fingers wrapped around to the back of my neck.
“You were just going to leave?” He questioned tiredly.
I closed my eyes, basking in the feeling of his body warming my back, and the cool morning air blowing over my overheated skin.
“Y-yes.” I answered.
My heart was pounding, but not in fear, in anticipation. What would he do? Would he yell? Get pissed and leave? Spank me and then fuck me to death?
Okay, the last one was more of a fantasy, rather than a possibility, but a girl could hope, right?
“Why’s your pulse racing?” He rasped, running his lips against my neck.
“I have to get to work, and you’re going to make me late.” I tried to avert his attention from the way he was making me feel.
“Tell me.” He growled.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, barely containing the urge to pant.
“How mad you’d have to be to spank me.” I squeaked.
He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m tempted to right now, and you haven’t even done that much wrong yet.”
“I’m not into that kind of stuff.” I teased.
“Neither am I. Or I wasn’t. You’ve got me twisted into knots.” He said just before he licked the cord of my exposed neck.
I shivered, shaking in anticipation.
“I have to go to work.” I tried desperately.
“I’m taking you.” He said and then released me. “Go to my bike.”
He removed the keys from his pocket, rubbing his knuckles against my ass as he gave me a small shove forward.
I moved, reluctantly, and walked over to his bike.
I was contemplating how to get on the bike with a skirt that I barely squeezed my ass into when his callused hands went to either side of my skirt, and hiked it up to just about mid-thigh before picking me up and depositing me on the back of the bike.
I glared at the man, but he just smiled.
“You’re not going to get dressed?” I gasped when walked to my side, still shirtless with his pants riding low.
He smiled widely exposing me to his dimples and making me temporarily dumb.
Turning to his saddlebags, he removed a leather vest from them and shrugged it on over his shoulders before buttoning the front three buttons.
“Wow,” was the only intelligent thing I could think to say.
He mounted the bike, handed over the helmet, and waited patiently for me to get situated before starting it up and walking the bike back out of the parking spot.
He didn’t take it slow on the way to school.
Instead, he weaved in and out of the morning rush hour expertly, giving me a small thrill.
Or the thrill might have actually been from the man’s warm naked chest.
I’d snuck my fingers underneath the leather, running my fingers over the ridged muscles of his stomach.
His stomach contracted and relaxed with each pass of my fingers, and by the time we arrived at the school, I was beyond thinking about anything but the party going on between my legs.
It was Trance who chuckled, and patted my leg, urging me to get off.
Oh, but did I want to get off.
“Your snooty teacher friend is giving you the stink eye. She also has her phone out. Better hurry and get off before she starts up a stink about how high your skirt is hiked up.” Trance said, jolting me out of my wayward thoughts.
I scampered off the opposite side of the bike with Trance’s help, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I get done around two.”
He smiled widely, and I heard sighs. Not from me, though, but from the entire girl population of Benton High.
“Get out of here before you start making their panties drop.” I whispered.
He snorted. “See you around two.”
With that, he took off. I watched him until he was too far away for me to see before turning around.
I wasn’t the only one watching until he was gone, either, because every single person who was outside was still watching him. Man, women, and teens.
“Wow, Ms. Sheffield, he’s smoking hot.” A young girl said from beside me.
Turning my head, I studied the young girl’s features, putting them into memory.
Jade was a sophomore in my study hall class.