Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
But I wasn’t going to second-guess my previously sleeping libido when it finally came raring to life, even if it was super bad timing. “Dang, Cat.” I fanned myself. “When I met Kyle and saw how hot he was, I figured you’d snagged the cute one out of the bunch. But it looks like he’s got some fierce competition, and I’ve only seen two other members of the MC so far.”
2
Link
“Yo. Nova called from the gate. Said the kid is here.”
I glanced up to see Rider, the club secretary, standing in my office door with a huge grin on his face. I pulled my glasses off and tossed them on the desk before glaring at him as I rose from my seat. “Get that shit-eating grin off your face before I wipe it off,” I growled. His smile only widened, and I grunted in annoyance as I stalked to the door. When I reached him, he jumped out of the way since it was clear I had every intention of plowing through him.
As I stomped through the clubhouse, I frowned at the number of eyes on me, most of them lit with amusement. That was when I realized Rider was still right behind me. I stopped suddenly, causing him to skid to a halt so he didn’t run into me. “Don’t you have shit to do?”
Rider shook his head. “Just want to say hi to the newbie. Like a welcome wagon.”
My eyes narrowed at his tone, but I didn’t have time for bullshit. I just wanted to get Cat’s friend to her room and tell her to stay put so I could get back to work. I practically ripped the front door off its hinges when I yanked it open. Then I slammed the hard surface in Rider’s face with a smirk. Spotting Cat standing with another woman in the parking area in front of our restoration garage, I stomped in their direction. I took half a second to admire the blue 1969 Dodge Charger parked near them. It looked fully restored, making me wonder why the owner had brought it to our shop. I didn’t have time to ponder it, though, and turned my attention to the woman standing with Cat.
Holy shit. She was fucking gorgeous. I was shocked when an electric current buzzed on my skin. My eyes scanned her body, lingering on the most perfect tits I’d ever seen. Taking in the rest of her thick, sexy curves made my mouth water and my hands tingle with the need to have them on her. She looked cute as hell in black shorts and a Rolling Stones T-shirt with wavy, honey-blond hair hanging to just past her shoulders. When her head turned in my direction, I also glimpsed pink streaks in her hair.
At my first full glimpse of her face, I realized she was at least several years younger than me, but I mentally shrugged. It couldn't be that big of a difference with a womanly body like that. She had puffy, pink lips that had my dick standing to attention at the thought of them wrapped around it. Her hazel eyes were surrounded by thick, blond lashes, and they were focused on me as I approached. The heat in them intensified the desire coursing through my body. When she lifted her hand and brushed some of her hair back, I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t spot a ring on her finger. I kept my expression neutral, but inside, I was floored at my body’s reaction to her. I hadn’t felt attraction like this in...I couldn’t even remember when. I’d been so focused on my job and raising my girl that I hadn’t had time to think about women.
I didn’t know who this sexy angel was, but as soon as I got Cat’s friend taken care of, I was going to find out and introduce her to my bed.
As I neared them, my angel fanned her face and muttered something to Cat. I didn’t hear anything past her comment about Kyle being hot. Blood rushed to my head, causing a roaring sound that drowned out the rest while my gaze tinged with red. I didn’t understand my anger at first, then it hit me. Well, shit. I was fucking jealous.
“Link,” Catt greeted when I reached them. I raised my chin in silent greeting, unable to pull my eyes away from the gorgeous stranger. “This is Harlowe Reed.”
Everything in my body froze, and I could have sworn even the world stopped spinning for a couple of heartbeats.
Son of a bitch.
This was Harlowe Reed? The twenty-year-old kid I was assigned to babysit? Fuck. I’d been lusting after a girl only a year older than my daughter. I suddenly felt like a dirty old man, especially since my body didn’t seem to give a flying fuck about our age difference. I still wanted her. Bad. Which just pissed me the hell off.