Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Fine,” I seethed. “Waste of my fucking time.”
“We’ll see,” Blaze mumbled.
He walked out the door, then returned a minute later, leading a young woman with long, honey-blond curls floating around her. I was astonished when my fingers itched to run through the silky-looking strands.
“Stella Ford,” Blaze introduced her. “This is the president of the Hounds of Hellfire Motorcycle Club.”
“Connor Kingsley?” she asked. Her voice was smooth and husky at the same time, and it sent a little shiver down my spine. What the fuck?
She looked directly at me, and when my eyes locked with her brown eyes, my dick twitched. Before I could think better of it, I scanned her from head to toe. Her tan skin looked natural rather than colored by the sun. Her dark eyes were rimmed with even darker lashes, her cheeks were high and plump, and her mouth…the full, plush lips would make a pornstar jealous.
She was petite but with mouthwatering curves. Big tits, round and wide hips—made for breeding—shapely legs that would feel amazing wrapped around me and—
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
Did I just think about knocking her up? My cock swelled, and I scowled, pissed as hell by my reaction to this girl. I didn’t have time for this bullshit. Or the fury building inside me because of how close Blaze stood to her.
“Get the fuck out,” I commanded.
Stella frowned and turned as if to leave.
“Everyone but you,” I grunted, pointing at her.
She glanced around at my brothers as they stood, her body coiled with unspent energy, but her expression was blank.
The boys filed out of the office, throwing curious glances her way.
Blaze was the last to move toward the door, but he stopped and turned around when I said his name.
I’d noticed the lack of wetness on Stella’s cheeks and guessed that she’d played the boys. Naturally, I was gonna give him shit over it, especially after forcing me to meet with her. “Those tears of hers are really heartbreaking.”
Blaze glanced at Stella, and his lips pressed together irritably. “They dried up real fucking fast when I brought her through the gate.”
As pissed as I was about the situation, I wanted to laugh. I’d never seen him look so conflicted, torn between her clear manipulation and his instincts.
She shrugged. “A girl’s gotta use the tools in her arsenal to get things done.”
He was obviously furious over his predicament, and a chuckle slipped out.
He glared at me, and I smirked, then jerked my chin up, silently ordering him to leave.
My gaze was drawn back to the beauty standing before me. Damn, she would look amazing on the back of my motorcycle…or riding me while I sat on it. I shook my head, trying to dispel the erotic images.
My mind wasn’t focused, so I didn’t notice Cerberus move until he was right in front of her. Worried that he would scare the fuck out of Stella, I opened my mouth to give him a command, but it got stuck in my throat. I was dumbstruck when he plopped his butt on the ground, wagging his tail and nudging her hand with his nose.
“Hi, cutie,” Stella whispered, bending down to rub his head and scratch behind his ears. He practically preened and made a low sound of appreciation that was nothing like the aggressive growl he used with my brothers when he wanted their affection.
Another “what the fuck” seemed appropriate, but having asked myself that so many times in the past two minutes, I tried to think of another phrase that would convey the same thing.
But all I could come up with was, “What the fuck?”
I realized I’d said it out loud when Stella’s head popped up, and she glowered at me. “What’s his name?”
“Cerberus.”
Her brow furrowed, and she glanced down at the teddy bear that used to be a terrifying guard dog.
“Like the three-headed dog that guards hell?”
I nodded.
“That’s not very nice.”
Rolling my eyes, I snapped a command at Cerberus that had him trotting back over to lie at my side.
Because I was trying hard to ignore my body’s visceral reaction to her, my voice came out a little harsher than I’d intended when I asked, “Why are you here?”
“That’s a very good question,” she retorted as she closed the distance between us. When she reached my desk, she pulled a letter from her purse and held it out.
“This is from my father, Joseph Ford.”
I stiffened at hearing the name. Joseph and I had worked together extremely closely while at the CIA and became good friends. But when I left The Company, he was still an active operative, so we’d had to limit contact because we suspected my cover might have been blown.
He was the only person I trusted with my life outside the Hounds of Hellfire. When shit had hit the fan, he’d been the one I told of my suspicions, and he’d helped me find the truth that led to me walking away from the job I loved and had been damn good at.