Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I take a second beer, and get coaxed into joining a game where me and Crank play against Savage and a guy named Sinner. By the time I’m on my third—or is it my fourth?—beer, my cornhole game has got up and gone. “I think I’m done.”
“One more shot.” Crank wraps his hand around mine and we throw together.
The shot is not only perfect, it knocks my other bean bag in with it, scoring me double. “Yes!” I turn to Crank with a massive grin and stretch up on my toes. Our lips meet in a sudden kiss that makes every neuron in my brain fire at once. He captures the back of my head with his big hand before I can disengage and holds me there, teasing my mouth open. His thick beard tickles my face, but when his tongue slips into my mouth, I tighten my grip around him, pressing my whole body against his. Wow.
I pull away before I do anything stupid. “Whoops.”
His blue eyes are bright with excitement, obviously eager to continue what I started, but everything spins for a second and I have to grab his arm to steady myself. God, too much beer. Either that, or he's just kissed me dizzy. Maybe both. I laugh. “I guess you weren’t lying when you told Georgia that two can fit in the same hole.”
For once, I’m pretty sure I managed to shock Crank instead of the other way around. He chuckles as he steadies me. “I wasn’t, and it’s good to know you were interested enough to pay close attention.”
“Not interested! It was just very m—memorable,” I correct, my tongue stumbling over the words.
“How about you tell me that again when you're fucking sober.” He captures my chin and tilts my head up so he can place a softer kiss on my lips before pulling back. “I think Paige might be ready for a break.”
“Hey!” I might not be a big drinker, but I’m not a total lightweight, either.
Savage jogs over. “Enough fun and games? It’s getting late, anyway. You and Poe slept most of the day away.”
I squeak in surprise when he sweeps me into his arms and carries me off like I don't weigh a thing. “Where are we going?”
“Taking you back to my quarters. You can sleep it off there.” He nods to Crank. “Check with Poe, see if he’s gotten anywhere.”
“Sure thing. I’ll bring him dinner.”
“I can walk on my own,” I insist, but Savage's broad chest is pretty comfortable.
Okay, maybe I could use a nap.
He carries me to the house that Jessica went into with her men. It looks like it’s been split into multiple units, but I’m not focused enough to know who might be where. Savage opens a door on the ground floor and carries me inside.
“Seriously, my legs work.”
“I know.”
His quarters are bigger than Poe's by a good amount. A small apartment compared to a studio. There’s even a proper kitchen connected to a living room and a separate door that I can see a bed beyond. He carries me through and puts me down on it. I look up at him, meeting his eyes and feeling a little sizzle of possibility stretch between us. The tingle that tells a girl that if she just tugged a little on the line, something might happen. But I don’t know what I want, and I’m not quite sober enough to trust myself.
Why does it feel different with Savage, when Crank kissed me, too? Maybe because I’m pretty sure Crank would kiss anything with boobs and not mean a thing. I’m navigating waters that I don’t quite understand here, and I don’t want to end up in a bloody heap on the rocks.
“I think I have something going on with Poe,” I blurt out, even though Savage hasn’t asked or even made a move.
He coughs. “Good to know.”
“Jessica is with three guys.”
“Yeah, I’m aware.” He looks amused.
Of course he is. “Is that another biker tradition? Like the kiss for luck before battle?”
“Before battle? God you’re adorable when you’re drunk,” he mutters. “Do you want it to be?”
My eyes drop to the bulge in his jeans. “Maybe?”
“Jesus fuck,” he grumbles. “Sleep it off.”
“ ‘K” I kick off my shoes and unhook my bra, not bothering with anything else before putting my head on his pillow. It’s not even that late, but last night was the first time in over a week that I could actually sleep more than a couple hours at a time.
“I’ll get you some water and check on you later. You’re safe here, Paige,” he says softly.
“I know.”
19
SAVAGE
No wonder Poe ended up in bed with her, sleeping on the couch is fucking uncomfortable.
I open the door to the bedroom, careful not to make too much noise, but that’s the only way into the bathroom. Paige is spread out on my bed, her honey colored hair in a wild halo around her peaceful face. I saw her unhook her bra before she went to sleep, but she must have taken it all the way off at some point because it’s on the floor, and a single bare breast has worked its way out of her tank top. My cock stands up and takes notice.