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)
Viper shook his head. “As if that’s gonna be good enough for the Silver Saints prez.”
Scooping some pasta onto a plate, I winked at Maverick and added, “I’m not sure that I’d call it my own free will when you carried me out over your shoulder.”
“We both know you wouldn’t have ridden all the way here if you weren’t more than okay with me taking you,” Maverick chided as he spooned sauce over my noodles. Then he dropped a piece of garlic bread next to it before making his own plate.
Once that was done, he led me to the side of the table where none of his club brothers sat. After he settled me into a seat the farthest away from them, he sat down and wrapped his arm around the back of my chair.
I was lifting my fork to my mouth when I noticed Fox was focused on me. When our gazes met, he asked, “Is Maverick right?”
Although the president of the Iron Rogues was an intimidating man, I’d grown up surrounded by guys who were just like him. It would take a lot more than his glare to scare me. “About what?”
Maverick shook his head with a deep chuckle, shoving some spaghetti into his mouth instead of interfering.
“About your dad not blaming my whole fucking club for the stunt Mav pulled, carrying you out of Silver Ink,” Fox replied.
Leaning into the arm he had wrapped around me, I grinned at Fox. “My dad might think he’s the boss of me, but he’s not. I’m twenty-five years old. If I want to let a man carry me out to his bike and go for a ride over state lines with him, I can.”
“Pretty fucking sure that logic won’t stop your dad from putting my VP six feet under for daring to come near you,” Fox disagreed.
“Over state fucking lines,” Phoenix echoed my words with a deep sigh. “Gonna have to make sure I have bail money if there are federal charges, assuming Maverick isn’t dead.”
I hummed as I finally took my first bite of spaghetti, the flavors exploding on my tongue. “Mmm, yum.”
The only guy who hadn’t spoken yet lifted his chin toward me. “Glad you like it.”
He wore a white apron with red splotches on it, so I couldn’t read the name stitched on the front of his cut. But it was easy to guess who he was. “Thanks for cooking, Biscuit. It tastes delicious.”
“You’re welcome,” he muttered before finishing the rest of his meal and getting up.
I listened to the banter between the men while I polished off my spaghetti, wondering what Fox meant when he said, “Remember what I said, Maverick. Get it done soon.”
Assuming it was club business, I didn’t ask. Instead, I focused on finishing my meal. Once I finished and Maverick rinsed off our plates, I gripped his arm. “Okay, you’ve stalled long enough. Why did you bring me here?”
Viper nodded. “Yeah, we’re all dying to know.”
Maverick glared at his club brother and tossed me over his shoulder. Again. And it was just as sexy this time around.
5
MAVERICK
I bit back a laugh at Molly’s outraged gasp when I gave her ass a little slap while marching out of the kitchen with her over my shoulder.
“Is this going to become a thing?” she huffed. “You can’t just toss me over your shoulder whenever you aren’t getting your way.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Sure. If I win, you have to be honest with me about why you brought me here.”
I stopped outside my room and quickly unlocked it, then entered, shut the door, and twisted the lock before setting her back on her feet.
“I have no problem being honest, princess. As long as you do the same.”
Molly frowned and looked up at me as she planted her hands on her hips, causing her tits to thrust out. I swallowed hard, trying not to drool over the mouthwatering sight. I couldn’t wait to have those in my hands, in my mouth, around my cock…Fuck. Head in the damn game, Mav.
“When have I ever been dishonest with you?”
I took her hand and led her over to the couch, where I took a seat, then grasped her hips and picked her up, settling her on my lap so she straddled my legs. “We both know why I took you, princess,” I muttered softly as I pulled on the elastic holding all her gorgeous curls on top of her head. “If you’re gonna keep pretending you don’t, then you’re lying.”
Molly’s lips formed a cute little pout for a moment—until she realized what she was doing and flattened them into a line. “Maybe I don’t want to assume.”
I mulled that over for a second, then nodded. “That’s fair. Okay. I’ll make it real clear.” My hands palmed her ass, and I scooted her forward so the bulge in my jeans was snuggled into the apex of her thighs. “I want you. From the moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.” I put my hand over her mouth when she opened it and raised an eyebrow. “And before you say it, no, I don’t just want to fuck you—although that is definitely high on my priority list.”