Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He goes to get my clothes, and I stand from the bed. Without a second thought, I whip off the hospital gown just as he turns back to me. He freezes, eyes raking my body up and down. Chill bumps pop up all over my skin at his perusal. I’m standing in nothing but a small pair of panties, and he’s acting as if I have my feet near my ears begging him to come get a taste.
I huff and cross the room to him, snatching the clothes out of his hands. He snaps out of his trance and turns his back to me.
“Calm down, biker boy. They’re only tits. Something tells me you’ve seen your fair share.” He chuckles and shakes his head slightly at my comments.
I tug my clothes on, and I’m working on my shoes when he turns back around. I see relief wash over his face, finding me dressed.
“I’m ready if you are,” I say standing from the chair I sat in to tie my shoes. If I’m being honest, I’m completely exhausted. Just getting dressed has worn me out. I’d like nothing more than to lie back in the bed and take a nap, but there’s no time.
“Here,” he says reaching for my hand. I place mine in his and frown when he reaches into his pocket. He pulls a large knife out, flicking it open and bringing it to my skin. I try to pull my hand back, but he holds me tighter. I watch, riveted as he places the tip under the hospital band on my wrist. He slices it quickly, allowing it to flutter to the floor. “Don’t need anyone thinking you’re sneaking out of here.”
He releases my wrist, closes his knife, and bends down to pick up the information band. He holds it out to me. I take a step back.
“I don’t want that,” I say honestly.
“You’ll want it later,” he says closing the distance between us and tucking it into the front pocket of my jeans.
He doesn’t step away immediately, if anything he takes another half-step closer. My breathing hitches, and not from discomfort. I tingle, every hair on my body stands on end. For a split second, I find peace. I let my mind believe that this handsome man standing in front of me sees me as a woman and not a child. In a flash of a second, I let myself imagine riding off into the sunset on the back of his bike. I imagine every care and concern in my life just melting away.
I sigh when I open my eyes back up and realize that he released my hand and backed away. I’m never getting out of Farmington. I sigh and follow him out of the room.
Chapter 8
Kid
Getting Khloe out of the hospital was much easier than it ever should’ve been. We literally just left the room and walked out the front door. An underage girl who’s the ward of the state just moseyed down the hall and right out the front door with a bearded biker. I don’t know if I’m disappointed or glad.
Of course, the answer is I’m glad. The last thing I need is a kidnapping charge, although I feel as if I’m only postponing the inevitable. Fuck. Kincaid and Shadow are going to kill me when they realize I’ve just committed a felony taking this girl out of here. I have to tell them. I’d never lie about something that could get the club into trouble.
I try my best only to think of the next steps once I get her to the clubhouse. After helping her get out of there before she could be evaluated can easily mean the police will be coming for a little visit at the clubhouse. Hopefully, it will be one of the guys he or Kincaid knows well. We just traipsed right out, the three-headed Devil Dog big as day on my back. If they pull the cameras trying to figure out where she went, they’ll know exactly where to go looking for her.
I can’t think of any of that right now. Clear thoughts weren’t really possible the second she wrapped her arms and thighs around me. She’s so small she has to lean in super close against my back just to get her arms all the way around me. Her breasts are pushed into my back. I know it’s impossible to feel through the thick leather of my cut, but I swear I can feel the outline of her entire body on my back.
I try to remind myself that she’s not quite eighteen, but my cock doesn’t seem to care. I’m not fifteen, so he doesn’t control my head as much as he did then, but he is a persistent fucker. More than once since leaving the hospital I’ve had to reach down and adjust him.