Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“I get it, man. When it bites you in the ass, it bites you hard.” He laughs and walks out with his other guys.
Yep, I’ve been bitten.
Chapter 41
Emmalyn
My mind continues to wander back to the conversation in the kitchen with Diego. He didn’t seem upset at all about my declaration of a girl’s night which includes strippers. We chatted for a bit more before he was pulled away for another meeting.
I helped serve dinner for the visiting men. I made a plate for Diego, placing it in the oven to keep it warm, but he never showed up to eat. Rose assured me he had a lot going on and food was probably the very last thing he had on his mind right now.
I went to our room after dinner because everywhere else was so crowded. I don’t mind being around the club members and the girls, but I felt a little uneasy around the members of the other club. They didn’t say or do anything to set off alarm bells, but I just don’t want to be around people I don’t know in such tight quarters.
My eyes dart to the door when I hear the key turn the lock. I smile uncontrollably as Diego steps into the room.
“Hey, Handsome,” I say as he locks the door behind him and dims the lights in the room.
He doesn’t say anything, but he carries his phone to the speaker docking station on the dresser. A fast paced but sensual song begins to play through the room. I raise an eyebrow at him, my eyes following him to the corner where he grabs a chair and pulls it to the center of the room.
He turns to face me, bites his lower lip, and crooks his finger beckoning me to join him. I slide off the bed immediately and go to him. I don’t know exactly what he has planned but I’m alone in the room with him, and sexy music is playing. I like where this is leading. He gently presses my shoulders until I’m sitting in front of him in the chair.
I look up at him, but my eyes flutter closed when he kisses the tip of my nose and cups my face in both of his hands.
“You know I’ll do anything for you, right?” I nod my head and turn my face deeper into his hand.
He leans in like he’s going to kiss me but turns his head slightly and bends down to whisper in my ears. My breath hitches when I feel the warmth from his breath ghost across my neck. Cold chills begin and skate down my arm, and my nipples tighten, all from one breath. This man owns me.
“I’ll give you everything you want, everything you need,” he whispers softly.
The music changes and Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me begins to blare in the room. Diego takes a few quick steps back and spins in a circle, quite well actually. He begins to lower his leather cut off of his arms, and when his hips begin to gyrate, reality hits me. This rough and tough biker is fucking stripping in front of me.
I clamp my hand over my mouth and laugh uncontrollably. That is until he pulls his t-shirt over his head, lassos it around in the air and throws it at me. I catch it and hold it to my nose as my laughter dies away at the sight of his torso. He’s absolutely magnificent, and I hope that the day never comes when looking at him doesn’t take my breath away.
I watch with wide eyes as he seductively unbuttons the top button of his jeans, and I begin to pant noisily when he lowers his zipper. His hips never stop moving, and the light bounces off of each one of his insanely defined abdominal muscles.
His jeans begin to lower down his thickly muscled legs, but his black boxer briefs stay put, and I groan inwardly as he stays partially covered. Suddenly he stops dancing, looks down and frowns. I follow his line of sight and realize his mistake. There’s no way to get his jeans past his boots, and I know they take a minute to get unlaced to be able to tug them free.
“Fuck,” he mutters, standing there with his jeans around his knees.
I stand from the chair and carry it with me to where he is. I place it behind him and tap his shoulder with my finger. I know I can’t move him if he really didn’t want me to, but thankfully he plays along and sits in the chair.
“My turn,” I say in his ear. His groan makes me smile. I love being able to affect him.
I stand in front of him and sway my hips as sexily as I can, but I’m not an exotic dancer, so I don’t really have the skill set to do it right. By the look in Diego’s eyes, I must be doing something right, and the way he’s stroking his cock through his boxers says he’s enjoying the show I’m putting on.