Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“You’ve got a bit of a dirty mouth,” he said.
He also saw the yearning in her gaze. She had fought all of her life, and the truth of it was, she didn’t have anyone.
“You have us,” he said.
“Tank, I don’t.”
“If you looked at every single one of the guys, you’d notice not one of them would be able to give you up. You’ve made yourself part of this club in a matter of days. I know I don’t want you gone. I know I couldn’t bear to see you leave.”
“You couldn’t?” she asked.
“No, I couldn’t.”
He stared into her eyes, wanting to say so much more. There was a time he’d been in her position, being alone, afraid, wanting to be part of something but always feeling like an outsider looking in.
The club had been his salvation, and he didn’t doubt for a second that they could be hers.
****
One week.
She’d been with the Broken Devils MC for one week.
She was still a virgin. None of the men had tried to rape her like her mother had said would happen. She wasn’t going back to that woman. Her mother may think she was working this club to get her free drugs, but the moment she had given Leah over as payment was the moment she had lost everything.
Leah didn’t believe in giving second chances. She had been taken advantage of before, and had nearly gotten arrested for it. One of the girls a few years ago had tried to set her up, and made out that she had drugs on her. One of the investigating cops knew Leah and had made sure to find out the truth.
The other girl got sentenced, and Leah had been moved to a different foster home as no one liked a rat. The rules had been simple, never rat out a fellow foster, but that girl was trying to get rid of her.
Lying in bed, Leah looked up at the ceiling. The clubhouse was so clean now. All she could think to make it even better was to paint. The ceiling wasn’t a nice bright white anymore, and she wanted to get onto that as soon as possible. Edge had said she could go to the store tomorrow but only with an escort. She didn’t know how many men that would mean, not that she had a problem with the men being with her.
Each one was so … sexy.
Their presence filled every single room. Their heavily inked bodies made it hard for her to concentrate. Each one of them had taken the time to talk to her, to get to know her. Just thinking about the way they would touch her, stroke her hair back, or simply brush past her, it was enough to have her aching for more.
Her body was on fire. She needed to cool down.
Climbing out of bed, she went to the bathroom. The door was open, and she pushed it partially closed as she quickly removed her clothes, stepping into the stall. She turned the shower on, and the first blast of cold water made her gasp. She covered her mouth, not wanting to wake the clubhouse.
She’d heard them all stumbling to bed what felt like hours ago. Were any of them thinking about her? Wanting to join her? Explore her body the way she wanted to theirs?
It was crazy.
Sex was just that, sex. She hadn’t been interested before now.
She hadn’t been surrounded by five heavily built men who made her think of sex and raw, hardcore fucking.
Tilting her head back, she released a sigh, feeling her body begin to calm down. She could handle being with these men. There was no desire to leave. No reason she could ever want to abandon those men. They would be dead if Junior got into the kitchen. The man didn’t understand the concept of mold. Tank was too cold to even care what they ate. The heat in his gaze, however, made her think entirely differently of the man that was supposed to be without emotion.
Shaking off her doubts, and feeling more like herself, she turned the water off. Reaching out to the towel holder, she grasped air.
Opening the curtain, she nibbled her lip. She’d left her towel in her room. On the list of purchases tomorrow, she had put towels so they all had one.
The one she had brought with her was in her bedroom.
Climbing out of the shower, she was careful as she padded over the linoleum, picking up her dirty, sweat covered clothes. She couldn’t wear them again. They were dirty. Putting them in the laundry basket, she figured it wouldn’t be a problem for her to quickly walk down the hall to her bedroom. No problem at all.
They were all sleeping. Every single one of them.
She’d never run around her apartment naked.