Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82411 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“If you come back to Farmington with me—and before you open that pretty mouth of yours to snap at me again—please know that I want you to come along. Being there and being connected to me puts you at risk. We will protect you, but if your plan is to come to Farmington to get away from Lindell and live on your own, then you need to do it without a connection to the club.”
As well as I thought I just explained myself, the damn woman still crosses her arms over her chest and narrows her eyes at me.
“An ultimatum? Either live with you or do everything on my own?”
“Not an ultimatum,” I argue. “A choice. One that has to be made before we get off the plane.”
“An ultimatum is a choice,” she argues.
My smile grows wider. “Are you always so argumentative?”
“What? Already having buyer’s remorse?”
I shake my head. “I can list a few times you were too busy moaning to open that talented mouth of yours. Maybe you need a little of that right now?”
Her eyes drop to my lips, and there’s just something insanely sexy about her brattiness that I find irresistible.
“You know what?” I ask, taking another step back because I can’t let her pull me into her vortex right now. “Maybe you do best being told what you’re going to do rather than being given options.”
“Try it,” she challenges, but I can tell she’s trying not to smile.
“You’re coming to Farmington with me. You’re living in the clubhouse with me.”
“Is that so?”
I nod, my eyes scanning her body while trying to calculate just how many seconds it would take me to get my mouth on her sweet pussy.
“Why do you want me there?”
“I feel like every wife should have their pussy eaten at least once a day.”
“Yeah?”
“Twice if you’re good.”
“I thought you liked me bad.”
Her voice is sexy, carrying with it a sultriness that arrows straight to my cock.
“I do,” I agree. “I wonder just how bad you can—”
My phone rings, and I want to pull the thing from my pocket and throw it against the fucking wall.
I grip my cock with one hand and pull the offensive device from my back pocket.
“Yeah,” I grunt when the call connects.
“We’re about five minutes out,” Legacy says on the other end of the line.
“Ten-four,” I tell him before hanging up.
“Did I tell you I’ve always had a thing for military talk?”
“Military talk?” I ask with a grin, the way she’s chewing her lower lip making me realize she’s giving me a hard time. “We’ll have to test that theory later. My guys are five minutes out.”
She takes my hand when I offer it to her and stands easily when I give it a little tug.
“I probably should’ve asked sooner, but who’s going to take care of the rest of this stuff?”
“My brother,” she answered. “I called him and made arrangements when you were talking with your boss.”
“You don’t need any of this other stuff?” I wave my hand around the room.
“It’s just stuff. I have my clothes and necessities. Everything else is replaceable.”
The ease with which she dismisses nearly everything in her life makes me wonder how quickly she’ll do the same to me once we get to Farmington. I should probably hope that she finds her way quickly, but, honestly, just the thought of her being out on her own is already stressing me out.
Chapter 10
Beth
I stand to the side as Derrick carries my luggage to the back of the SUV, waiting inside, my nerves a wreck until he tells me it’s all loaded up and we’re ready to go.
I straighten my spine, giving him an easy smile as I walk out, resisting the urge to look back. Most decisions in my life are made without much thought. Before seeking treatment, I rarely had the luxury of sitting down and thinking my decisions through. Right now, I don’t know if I would change my mind even if I had the opportunity to make a pros and cons list.
“Legacy, this is Beth. Beth, that’s Devyn. Legacy’s wife.”
I nod at both of them, giving Devyn a real smile when she offers one to me.
With manners I’d expect from a Southern man, not a man from up north, Derrick opens the back passenger door for me again, closing it behind me when I climb inside the SUV. He quickly makes his way around the SUV and climbs in beside me, leaving Devyn the passenger seat and Legacy driving.
“We’re flying out of a smaller airport just outside of Austin,” Derrick explains once we’re on the road, heading out of town.
I watch the trees as we put the miles behind us, wondering why I feel nothing about leaving the only town I’ve ever really known. Shouldn’t I be sad or nervous?
I’m terrified, but that’s more about the unknown than anything else. I’m not scared of him or the town we’re headed to. Even the warnings about how dangerous it can be doesn’t really bother me. What concerns me the most, the thing that my mind keeps trying to focus on, is the possibility that I’m just going to trade my position as an outcast in Lindell for being the outcast in New Mexico. There’s always a risk that a change in geography won’t really make for much change in how people see me. It’s very possible that I’ll still be the weird girl who people avoid and gossip about when I leave a room.