Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
The truth was, there was a dark corner of my soul that reveled in it. A cold-blooded monster who picked off targets like a housewife checking off her grocery list. And that was the part that should stay far away from the perfect little girl in my arms.
I was pretty much stained in blood, all the way down to my soul. Not good enough for a pretty little thing like this. Not clean and pure like she was.
If I were honorable, I’d let her go right now. Force myself to finish it before it started. Walk away and bury myself in club business, a long, hard run, anything. But there was no way I was letting her out of my arms. I didn’t think I could.
Well, it didn’t matter. I’d use my dark side to protect her. Even if I was protecting her from myself.
“No boyfriend.”
She glared up at me, though I was happy to notice that she didn’t push me away.
“Is that a question?”
I just grunted, pulling her even tighter against my rock-hard cock. She gasped and her cheeks turned pink again. Lord, that was adorable.
“Connor.”
“Con? What about him?”
“Who is he?” I bit out the words, getting tense at the thought of Connor dancing with her with such familiarity. “To you.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You really are a cave man, aren’t you?”
I let my hands slide lower to cup her ass.
“Yes.”
She let out a sexy little sigh as I fondled her perfectly round bottom.
“Oh! You . . . ohh . . .”
I murmured the words against her lips, coaxing them open so I could slip my tongue inside. I stopped long enough to demand answers, then started in on her luscious lips again.
“Who is he?”
“My brother!” she blurted out into my mouth, effectively ending the kiss.
I stared at her, momentarily dumbfounded. That big moose was related to . . . this tiny drop of sunshine? It didn’t make a lick of sense. Then I pictured Connor in my head. The man did have unusually light blue eyes. Just like the lovely eyes I was staring into.
They just happened to look a hell of a lot better on her.
“Fine.”
“Fine? What’s fine? That I have a brother?”
“Yes.”
“Who the hell do you think you are, anyway?”
“Cain.”
She looked at me in surprise and then let out a burst of laughter. I growled and squeezed her bottom. Then I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my hips.
“Cain . . . what are you doing?”
I turned and pressed her against the wall. I kissed her again, rubbing myself against her. I had thought I would have her on the back on my bike by now, but she was being difficult. The truth was, I was acting like a sex-crazed teenager. I didn’t like it. But I couldn’t stop.
Regain control of the situation, you dumb fuck.
I exhaled into her neck, resting my head there. I was tempted to bang it into the wall. Instead, I just inhaled her scent and tried to control my heart rate and breathing.
I lowered her to her feet and leaned over her, unwilling to move. When I finally lifted my head, Kelly was staring at me.
“What is happening?”
The wonder in her voice matched my own sense of awe. I had never acted like this with a woman. I was ready to throw her over my shoulder and carry her home. I wanted to bury myself inside her and never come out again.
I was seriously considering a hostage situation.
“This is happening.”
“This?”
“Us.”
My voice was low. Empathic. She gave a little nod as if she understood.
“You’re a biker.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t look like a biker.”
“I’m a Marine.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
“I’m taking you home with me.”
Her bright eyes got wide and she shook her pretty little head.
“You can’t. My mom is here. I can’t just disappear. She’ll freak.”
I frowned at her, a new worry starting to form.
“How fucking old are you?”
“Eighteen.”
I nodded. Thank Christ, she was old enough. Though I was a hell of a lot older.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Oh.”
“Come on.”
I took her hand and started dragging her back toward the restaurant.
“Where are we going?”
“To tell your mom where you are going.”
She tugged on my hand until I stopped.
“Let me get this straight. You want to tell my mom that you are taking me home with you?”
“Yes.”
“You want to tell my sweet mother that you plan to take home her virgin daughter whom you just met and pound her into the bed or something?”
My brows snapped together. That sounded about right. The image of me pounding into her was exactly what I’d had in mind. But her words brought me up short.
“Virgin?”
She rolled her eyes and I nearly smiled again. That had to be some sort of a record. And I was getting pissed off that she kept turning me down. The fact that she made me smile anyway was something I was not ready to think about.