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)
We had an instant attraction almost from the first second our eyes met. We can get back there again.
I turn when I hear talking coming from the hallway. My heart begins to race, and I have to take a calming breath when I see Rose, Snapper, and Gypsy walk into the room. The lasagnas have been prepared, and Em and I place them in the oven. Once the kitchen is cleaned, we all head out and sit in the main living area.
We’re quiet, and no one says a word, but we all know we’re waiting for the guys to get home. I get a feeling that this is routine for them. They’re all around when the guys return home from a job.
The sound of tires on gravel fill the room. I make to stand from the sofa, but Emmalyn halts me by placing her hand on my arm.
“Diego said the doctor informed them the best thing for him is to let his memories come back naturally. That won’t happen if you rush him the second he walks in the door.” She pats my shoulder and stands closer since she has a man to greet.
Tears fill my eyes when Shadow and Kid walk through the door. He glances at me and grins, but the look in his eyes now is nothing like the way he was looking at me before he left. He smiles the exact same way he would to a stranger.
Chapter 30
Kid
I can’t seem to keep my eyes open since leaving the hospital, so I don’t. I’m with my brothers, and I know I’m safe to sleep. I wake long enough to get from the jet to the SUV, and I’m out again.
I don’t wake until I feel a slight shove of my leg, and I can tell that the vehicle has stopped moving.
“Hey, man. We’re home,” Kincaid says as his door opens.
I squint against the overhead light and climb out of the back seat. I notice there are now flowers planted to either side of the stairs that I don’t remember. I think they’re a nice touch, but I don’t say anything to the other guys because I can already see the concern in their eyes each and every time they realize I can’t remember something.
The clubhouse looks the same, so that’s assuring. Shadow keeps up with me, but Kincaid hangs back when his phone starts to ring.
“Fuck it smells good in here,” I mutter as soon as he pulls open the door. Spicy Italian, my favorite.
I’m greeted by a blonde bombshell. I must be the luckiest guy in the world because she walks up and gives me a hug.
“Hey, Kid. Glad you’re back,” she says.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say and give her fine ass a nice squeeze for good measure.
She squeaks and pushes away from me. I wink at her as she looks at Shadow with confusion clouding her beautiful blue eyes.
“I think I’ll start my night with you,” I tell her in a husky voice.
Her eyes widen, and I’m almost certain I have her on the line.
“Yeah, buddy,” I hear Shadow hiss in my ear. “If you want to die tonight. That’s Prez’s girl.”
I watch as a tear rolls down her cheek. My heart clenches a bit. I hate not knowing this shit. I can tell by the hurt in her eyes that she’s upset I don’t remember her. I know I’d never touch Kincaid’s woman, so I know by the look in her eyes that we must be friends.
“Prez would never settle down,” I say in confusion.
“Believe it, Kid,” Shadow says. “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t stab you for that little ass grab you just pulled.”
I look around the room again. “Runner-up then,” I say pointing across the room to a magnificent auburn-haired woman. She’s super young, but if she’s here, she has to be legal.
She stands from the couch and takes a step toward me with a small broken smile on her face. She looks familiar, but I can’t quite grasp the memories. She’s just as disappointed as the blonde was as she makes her way toward me.
Shadow grabs my arms and drags me further into the room. “Not a chance fucker.”
I tilt my head at him. “That your girl, Shadow? Surely you haven’t settled for one piece of pussy, too?”
“Long story, man, but she’s off limits.”
I look over and see Snapper twirling her fire red hair around her finger. Her dress is so small; it leaves hardly anything to the imagination.
“All of this new, off-limits pussy. You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumble as I angle my head at Snapper.
She saunters across the room, her hips swinging seductively. This woman I know. This woman I know can take care of me tonight. The ache in my balls is unreal, and if I didn’t know myself any better, I’d think it had been weeks if not months since I’ve been buried deep in a hot pussy.