Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
"Oh, no... I'm..." - In desperate need of keeping at least a bit of my wits about me - "fine."
"Pick a drink, pet, so we can move on from here," Niro said as he accepted a glass, obviously already having had a drink or two that night.
"Gin and tonic," I said, thinking the first thing that came to my mind seeing as I doubted they had wine or anything that resembled a mixer. "Get out," I said when he grabbed a glass, the gin, and then pulled up an honest-to-God soda gun. "You actually had a soda gun installed here?"
"They're living it up here at The Henchmen MC," the guy behind the bar said as he passed me my drink that I hadn't taken my eyes off of because a) it was a biker compound and b) most of the people inside were criminals and c) I had no idea if that criminal mentality extended to date rape drugs in drinks.
But as I brought it up, his words settled in, making my brows draw together. They're. So the bartender wasn't a member. Was he just hired for the gig? Or maybe just a friend?
"Want some air, pet?" Niro asked as he stepped away from the bar. "It's not usually this packed," he added as I fell into step beside him and he led me out a back door to the yard again.
Somehow, I was almost thankful for the hot air as I brought my drink up, the glass already sweating in my palm, and took a long sip. Maybe it would help bring back the girl who decided to follow a freaking outlaw biker into his dominion with the sole purpose of screwing around with him. Because I wasn't sure who that woman was. I was never a hookup kind of person. Like I said, the last guy I had dated for six weeks before we got into bed. That 'third date rule' was never something I subscribed to. How could I literally let you inside my body when I didn't know your hopes, dreams, socioeconomic aspirations?
And yet there I was with a guy whose name I didn't even know, having a drink I didn't particularly enjoy, agreeing with my presence that I wanted him to finger me and eat me out.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Too lost in my own crazy, twisting thoughts, I didn't realize that Niro hadn't led me over toward the crowd in the back like I had been expecting, maybe wanting to ease me into the party, let me finish my drink.
No, instead, he was pulling me around the building, dragging me down this large alley sort of thing between what was obviously a new addition to the building and the part of the other, older addition to a building that had obviously been a mechanic shop at one time.
"What are..." I started, hearing an odd thud. Even as I looked to try to find the source, my glass was pulled from my hand and dropped, creating another thud.
But I didn't get a chance to look down and see the glasses spilling their contents onto the dry summer grass.
Because one moment, his arm was still around my shoulders, the next, I was pressed up against a wall, his arms caging me in beside my shoulders.
"I'm doing this," he said, just a split second before his lips crashed down on mine.
And I swear, I swear on what very little faith I had in any kind of goodness in the world, the contact was an electrical current through my body. It sparked where his lips claimed mine- hot, undeniable. Then it fired through my veins, making everything inside feel hot, borderline burning. And the current shot a white hot spark between my legs, so intense that they felt shaky, making my hands claw at the sides of his cut, fingers digging in, holding on for dear life as his tongue parted my lips and moved inside to claim mine.
There was a throaty, whimpering noise that barely sounded like me. It was pure need, desperation. And while they were emotions I was all-too familiar with, I had never heard the sounds coming out of me, always having been someone who had a lot of pride and therefore didn't like to show that kind of vulnerability to anyone- not even someone I was sleeping with.
In response, completely wiping away any niggling insecurity I might have felt in making the sound in the first place, Niro made a deep, growling rumble noise from somewhere buried in his chest. And the vibration of it caused absolute chaos through my system as my hands left his cut and slipped under. They slid down slightly to slip under the material of his wifebeater and landed on his hot skin, the muscles hard and delicious beneath, begging me to feel more. So I went ahead and slid up his firm ab muscles then around his sides to his back.