Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Lucky growls, “Get out of here, man.”
“You get the fuck out of here, buddy. This is my piece,” Chase retorts. He’s trying to sound bold, but I can hear the tremor in his voice, which tells me he’s at least smart enough to know he’s in trouble.
“She said no.” Lucky’s voice is dangerously low. “And then she told you to stop. Twice.”
Chase grins. “You know how they are, playing hard to get so they don’t feel like a slut later.”
Such an asshole.
Apparently, Lucky agrees because he leaps forward, fists flying, landing blow after blow on Chase’s face. “No means no, asshole.”
My pussy clenches again. This rough and tough biker has a strong moral code, at least regarding women. And that’s hot as hell. I can’t tear my gaze away from Lucky, angry and beautiful, as he uses his powerful fists to defend my honor.
“Stop!” Chase screams, but Lucky is relentless, and his hands turn red with Chase’s blood.
“You don’t like it, do ya?” He lands another blow, and that perfectly sculpted nose that’s the centerpiece of Chase’s good looks gushes blood.
Coco, my best friend and protector, isn’t one to be left out, so my little Yorkie sinks his tiny teeth into Chase’s pant leg.
I shout, “Coco, stop that!” hoping Chase doesn’t hear the laugh I struggle to hide.
My precious companion stops and looks up at me, barking twice as if telling me to shut up. He promptly goes back to help Lucky.
Eventually, Lucky stops and glares at Chase. “Apologize.”
“What?”
Lucky fists Chase’s sea green shirt at the throat and pulls him up to his feet, his other hand ready to strike again. “Apologize to Aria.”
“For giving the cock tease what she clearly wants? I don’t think…ow!” Chase whimpers, cupping his bleeding nose while crying like a little bitch.
“Fuck. Fine. I’m sorry, Aria. Okay? Can you get this fucking biker off me now?”
“Sorry for what?” Lucky shouts so loud and forcefully that I jump. Coco stops growling and biting Chase.
Chase hesitates, but that threatening fist clears it up for him. “I’m sorry, Aria. I should have stopped when you told me to. Really, I’m sorry,” he says and shoots me a pleading look.
“Thank you,” I say without feeling.
Lucky releases him, and Chase bolts down the stairs as if Lucky were on his heels. Everything about this biker right now is so fucking hot, and my whole body responds to his Neanderthal tactics. I smile to myself, but the moment I hear the door slam and Chase’s Maserati roar to life, I turn to my wannabe savior.
“Caveman,” I insist angrily because I can’t let him know how much he turns me on.
Lucky snorts. “Yeah, okay, Princess Aria.” His dismissive and arrogant tone pisses me off.
But my panties are wet, and that’s his fault too. I poke his broad and amazingly hard chest. “I can take care of myself, and I don’t need you storming into my bedroom like some kind of Neanderthal!”
“Neanderthal? The words you’re looking for are ‘thank’ and ‘you’.”
“Thank you?” I scoff, laughing.
“You’re welcome,” he says with a cocky smile and leans forward to get in my face. “It was no problem at all. Princess.”
I let out a low growl when he calls me Princess because he hurls it like an insult. I snap my fingers to signal Coco to shut up. “My name is Aria, Biker Boy.”
His full lips kick up into a crooked smile. “Aria, just like the music because it’s all about you, huh?”
His words, his insight into the origins of my name, leave me speechless for a moment.
He snorts. “Surprised a dumb biker knows something?”
Yes. “Not at all. Just surprised you do. Biker Boy.”
“The name’s Lucky, as in you’re damn lucky I was here tonight to save your ass, or else that douchebag would have taken what he wanted.”
I step closer, so we’re chest to chest and dammit, for a moment, I’m captivated by the swirl of colors in his eyes, like a Kandinsky painting come to life. I shake off those fanciful thoughts and glare at him. “He wouldn’t have, because I wouldn’t let him.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart. You’re welcome.”
I growl again, and his lips tug up again, only this time it’s not disdain or condescension. It’s something else. Something fiery and intense, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
It feels like something might happen, but after a long, awkward moment, nothing does. I shake off the disappointment when Lucky steps back. “Thank you,” I bite out eventually.
“Not a problem, Aria.” With those gentle, almost growled words, he leaves my bedroom.
I can’t deny my attraction to the biker I despise. It’s an uncomfortable feeling since I can’t act on it, and the risk of rejection is too high. I might as well forget that Lucky makes my blood race hotter than ever through my veins.
The sound of the front door opening mixes with Lucky’s footsteps, and that can only mean one thing. “Daddy!” I rush down the stairs, brushing past Lucky.