Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
“Good luck with that,” Liza tells me. “Be smart and call a cab.”
“We will,” Snake says, leaning back. “Well, we’ll call for a ride when Drex is ready to go.”
I silently count the drinks Eve has had. She’s had three, and she’s nursed the hell out of them, as though she’s deliberately trying to stay sober. The ones here won’t be as strong as the screwdrivers she had the other night. I want her drunk and honest.
The best way to do that is to get her home and drinking the real stuff instead of the watered down version.
“I’m ready now. Levi will have the SUVs outside. We’ll take them and lock our bikes up in the garage here.”
Eve tenses when I draw her close to my side, and I bend to kiss her neck. “Maybe you’ll loosen up once I fuck you out of this bad mood.”
When she shivers, an idea occurs to me. Considering I’ve been busy and unable to do anything besides fuck her, I’ve yet to learn anything about her. She gives vague answers with no detail. Tonight, all that changes.
I guess it’s time to remind her who is in charge.
Chapter 18
EVE
I won’t lie and say a pang of jealousy didn’t hit me hard and painfully at the sight of the girl on his lap when I came back from cleaning up. After just fucking me, he had a stripper in his lap.
It. Sucked.
Drex walks out of the garage—yes, the strip club has a massive storage garage for their bikes—and puts his hand on my back, guiding me to the back of a black SUV as it rolls up beside us. A guy I haven’t met cocks an eyebrow when he sees me climb in. He adjusts in the driver’s seat, turning around and opening his mouth to speak, when Drex cuts him off.
“She’s mine, Levi. Don’t even think about it.”
I’m his but he’s not mine. Even though he sent the stripper away—just as Sarah said he would—it was still a reminder that I’m letting myself get too close. My twisted mind keeps thinking of this as a relationship instead of the fucked-up-ness that it is.
The guy driving gives me a surprised look, then he frowns as he watches Drex pull me into his lap.
“When’d you take on a stray?” Levi drawls, his eyes raking over me once again. “She looks a little too sweet for you.”
Again, this dress felt so much sexier at the beginning of the night. By comparison to all the women inside the club, I really do look like I just escaped a convent.
Drex looks me over, and I pretend to be oblivious to his appraisal.
“She’s definitely sweet,” he says with a smirk I can feel.
I flush from head to toe, but remain silent. He’s irritated that I’m being like this, but I have to keep my distance—emotionally. Physically, he can do anything he wants with my body. It’s something I need to learn to separate—emotional and physical.
His lips find my shoulder as he flips my hair out of the way. Several others join us in the SUV as I lean back against Drex, enjoying the way his lips feel against my skin. His hand starts traveling up my leg, bringing some of the dress with it, and I immediately still, praying he doesn’t fuck me in the car for everyone to see.
He chuckles against my skin before pressing another kiss to my shoulder, acting as though he can read my mind and knows my fears. Fortunately, it’s a quick ride back to their warehouse/garage/short-term apartments, and Drex doesn’t attempt to humiliate me in front of everyone.
As everyone starts climbing out, I shift off Drex’s lap to do the same. Once we’re out, he casually drops an arm around my shoulders as we walk in, and I try not to stumble to a halt when I see tons of new faces inside the massive living area downstairs.
It’s a good thing this place is huge.
I want to ask what’s going on, but I know better.
“Drex,” a guy says, his beard sticking out everywhere as he walks toward us.
Why are all these guys so tall? Is there like a height requirement for bikers in this club or something?
“Jessie, what’s going on?” Drex asks, his voice even as his arm around me tightens.
The tall, bearded, muscled-all-to-hell guy lets his eyes rake over me from head to toe. I almost feel a slime trail in his gaze’s wake when he finally looks back at Drex.
“We have a problem. Cops raided one of our warehouses upstate. They had warrants, but they didn’t find anything. We don’t even know how the fuck they got them without us being tipped off first.”
Drex’s arm drops from me, and he curses while running a hand over his spiked hair, messing it up. There are a lot of men here, a few women, and a lot of eyes are focused this way.