Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Shit. That’s not fair. This isn’t on him. This is on The Circle. They knew exactly what they were doing when they offered up Oakley’s name, and up until now, I’ve never had a reason to question them. I’ve always been taught to follow blindly, but now that it’s my girl on the chopping block, I can’t be their perfect little soldier.
Making my way over to the bathroom door, I prop my shoulder against the frame and peer in at Oakley as she goes step by step through her skincare routine, smiling at me through the mirror when she finally notices me. “What the hell are you doing? Why do you need so many things?” I ask, stepping through the open door just a little and glancing over the array of products she asked Benny to track down for her today.
A smirk plays on her lips, and I prepare myself for whatever bullshit is about to come flying out of that enticing mouth. “I’m a walking thirst trap, Dalton,” she says, stating it as though it’s a cold, hard fact. She’s not wrong, though. “This shit doesn’t come naturally.”
Bullshit. Every ounce of her beauty is all natural.
She leans closer to the mirror, making a face as she massages the lotion into her skin, but all I can think about is how much it looks like cum. Fuck, that’s got my thoughts stuck on giving her one hell of a pearl necklace.
“Men drool when they see me,” she continues, not noticing my brief moment of distraction. “You know why, Dalton? Because my skin is so hydrated. It reminds them that they’re thirsty.”
A wide grin stretches across my face and I can’t help but laugh, even more so when she meets my gaze through the mirror and her resolve breaks. Her straight face cracks into the most breathtaking smile as she laughs right along with me.
Fuck, how could anyone harm her?
“Alright, my little walking thirst trap,” I say. “Do you wanna get out of here for a few hours?”
Her brow arches and her smile quickly falls away as she gapes at me. “Huh?” she grunts. “What do you mean get out of here for a few hours? Has this been cleared by Bossman, or are we making a break for it?” She pauses just a moment as her eyes widen with excitement. “Please, God, tell me we’re making a break for it.”
“Chill out, Houdini,” I laugh. “We’re just going for a ride. And yes, before you get ahead of yourself, I got the all-clear from Zade. He knows exactly where you’ll be at all times.”
Her face falls again. “Fine,” she says, almost breaking my heart at the thought of there not being some elaborate escape in her near future, but it’s not as though she’s about to deny a chance to get out of here. She glances down at Easton’s oversized shirt that hangs down to her knees. “Maybe I should change.”
I go to agree before thinking better of it. “Nah, no point. Just come like that.”
She arches a brow, confused about where I could possibly take her where she won’t need to get dressed. But it’s just going to be the two of us, riding through the streets of Faders Bay with the wind in her hair, free as a fucking bird. All she needs is herself . . . and possibly a helmet.
After she finishes up in the bathroom, she grabs a pair of runners and pulls on a leather jacket. Her hand falls into mine, and without wasting another moment, we break free of this penthouse prison. Once we hit the private garage, we find Candice, my Harley, waiting patiently for the ride of her life.
Not a single word comes out of my mouth, but Oakley must see it in my stare. “Fuck, if you’re about to cum in your pants, give a girl a little warning.”
Rolling my eyes, I spank her ass as she passes me and nods toward my bike. “Get on before I make you room with Cara tonight.”
Her eyes go wide as she gapes at me in horror, her hand braced against the seat of my bike as she goes to fling her leg over it, pausing mid-air. “You wouldn’t,” she breathes, having the misfortune of looking like a dog about to piss on a fire hydrant in that position. “She’d kill me in my sleep.”
“I’m about to kill you if you don’t stop trying to mount my fucking bike,” I laugh. “For fuck’s sake, and you’re the one telling me that I’m about to cum in my pants.”
“Yeah, well unlike you, I’m not wearing any pants.”
A wide grin stretches across my face, and my cock flinches, coming alive and reminding me that I haven’t buried it into her sweet pussy since this morning.
Rolling her eyes, she climbs on the back of my bike and balances herself, her tiptoes barely touching the ground as I reach for the helmet, but she shakes her head. “Do you plan on having an accident tonight?”