Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Keep it up, and you’re gonna earn yourself a spanking.” He shook his head with a deep chuckle, lightly swatting my butt.
I wiggled on top of him, pressing my thighs together at the tingle his words evoked. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
“It’d be one that’d leave you feeling the imprint of my hand for a few days.” His phone chirped with a text notification just as my inner walls clenched at his warning. “Hold that thought, princess.”
Reaching out to pluck his cell off the nightstand, he glanced at the screen with a groan.
“You gotta go?” I asked with a sigh.
“Yup, but hopefully it won’t be long.”
He claimed my mouth in a deep kiss that left me breathless. Then he climbed off the mattress and threw on some clothes. When he left the room, I grabbed my phone to call my sister.
Dahlia picked up in the middle of the first ring. “Took you long enough to check in. I was starting to think maybe it was wrong of me not to clue Dad in on what happened yesterday.”
“It’s only been a day, which is exactly what I promised,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but you know I’ve been dying of curiosity.” She made a tsk-ing sound. “It’s not every day that my sister is hauled over the shoulder of the Iron Rogues’ VP and rides off on the back of his bike to who knows where.”
Curling up against his pillow, I pulled the sheet higher. “He brought me to their territory.”
“Damn,” she breathed. “I should’ve guessed that since he looked pretty damn serious when he carried you out of Silver Ink.”
“And I gave him my V-card last night,” I confessed.
“Am I supposed to be surprised?” Dahlia snorted. “Because I’m not. The chemistry between the two of you was hot enough to set the tattoo parlor on fire.”
I hadn’t planned on telling her the most important part of what happened last night, but I found myself blurting, “We didn’t use a condom, and you already know I’m not on birth control since there was no need before I met Maverick and I didn’t think I’d ever see him again.”
“You know what that means, right?”
Resting my hand over my lower belly, I answered, “That I could be pregnant?”
“Well, that too, but also that this thing between the two of you isn’t temporary. It’s gotta be permanent if he’s trying to knock you up on day one.” She whistled the tune to a lullaby our mom used to sing to each of us kids when we were babies. “We’ve seen it time and time again when one of the guys falls hard and fast. They always want to knock our aunts up. It’s like the biker mating dance, literally and figuratively. That’s why there’s so many children running around the compound.”
“Do you think so?” Maverick and I hadn’t really talked about the lack of protection last night, except for the dirty, hot things he’d said while he was inside me.
“Yup, which is why I hate to burst your bubble. But Dad has already noticed you’re not around,” she told me.
“Crap,” I groaned, burying my face in a pillow to muffle my scream of frustration.
“I called your appointments for the next few days to let them know they needed to reschedule, but one of them missed the message and came into Silver Ink first thing this morning anyway,” she explained. “Patriot was there and did his session, so no worries about the client. But then he wanted to know why you weren’t around, and I told him you were helping a friend who had some stuff going on.”
I buried my face in the pillow again with a groan.
“Yeah, that went over how you’d expect.”
Rolling onto my back, I murmured, “Like a lead balloon since pretty much all of my friends are connected to the club.”
“Yup, but I said it was a girl we went to school with who you hadn’t talked to in a while but was cool even though she didn’t have many friends.” I was about to thank my sister for her quick thinking when she added, “He backed off, but he must’ve called Dad as soon as the appointment was done because he popped in like five minutes after the client left.”
“Crap.”
“So you’d better send Mom a text or something so she can keep Dad off your back, at least for a few more days,” she suggested.
“Will do. Sorry you had to lie to Dad for me.”
“I’m sure you’ll have to do the same for me someday,” she said with a laugh. “Besides, Dad is lucky we didn’t rebel harder, considering how overprotective he is.”
“True.”
We chatted for a little longer, and then when we hung up, I fired off a quick message to my mom, letting her know that I was fine and to talk my dad off the ledge if he couldn’t handle not knowing where I was. Then I raided Maverick’s dresser for a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Just when I finished with a shower and was dressed, he came stomping back into the room.