Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Glancing toward the man on her right, who looked relieved to have his little girl quiet, she wondered what he was like in bed.
“I don’t have one,” he said after a long pause.
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him why, but she held herself back. She didn’t want to make a fool of herself and just ask him to fuck her.
Not that she’d ever be able to ask him that.
She dreamed about it though.
Imagined and fantasized about what it would be like to have a man worship her. To take her, to use her, to fuck her. Part of her wanted to be treated like a whore, to be well and truly taken but afterward to be held. That was something she was never going to have, so she decided to use her trusty fingers and a very good imagination. She’d even tried porn a few times, but that didn’t do it for her.
She tried not to laugh at some of the scenes she’d watched, but she was sure she saw one of the women making a list in between being taken in the ass and pussy. There was just nothing there for her to enjoy in that kind of lovemaking. What was the appeal with that kind of stuff?
They made their way down to canned soup section; she just loved cream of mushroom and cream of celery. They worked wonders in casseroles if she didn’t have the chance to make it from scratch. There was only so much she could make after coming home from a really long day.
She pushed the trolley with her arms while she let Bethany play with her fingers. The little girl kept squeezing them. She wanted to ask more questions about her mother and stuff like that but decided against it.
Once they rang up their purchases, they made their way out to the car.
Hawk followed her to hers and then she helped him by putting Bethany in the car seat as he loaded up his truck.
She closed the door as quietly as she could.
“Thank you for that. It’s been some time since I was able to think while shopping.”
“No problem. I was happy to help. You’ve got a beautiful daughter.” She shook his hand and felt completely weird about doing that.
It wasn’t a shaking of the hand kind of deal or anything other than being nice.
“Have a nice day.” She pulled her hand back and walked away. Glancing over her shoulder once, she saw him staring back at her.
Caught looking at him, she bit her lip but couldn’t help but smile. She liked that look in his eyes, especially as she was kind of into him too.
But there was no “kind of” about it.
She was into him.
If she didn’t have a job to go to this afternoon she may have even asked for his phone number.
Don’t be crazy. He’s a damn biker.
Totally out of your league.
She could dream though.
Hawk would be featuring in a couple of her dreams.
Chapter Two
“Do you really think it’s the right thing to do to have your nanny come here?” Casey asked.
The club whore sat down beside him. Bethany sat on his knee, holding his hands, and wasn’t screaming about anything.
“I don’t want anyone at my place. Not unless I know for sure that I can trust them. It’s too dangerous, and I wouldn’t put her in harm’s way.”
“This isn’t about being in harm’s way. Some women are put off by the lifestyle,” Casey said. “They’ll not work for you.”
“I checked the company out. They’re legit. Their nannies have never had a criminal offense against them, and they don’t employ pervs. I’d say that’s pretty damn good,” Bear said, taking a seat.
Several of the guys were hanging around. They were probably waiting for the fresh meat to enter the club. Whoever the woman was, she’d better have a strong stomach as the boys wanted some new pussy hanging around.
What Hawk hoped for when this nanny came around was someone who waved a magic wand over his daughter and was immune to the biker life. The last thing he wanted was a woman that preferred to spend time riding dick rather than taking care of his girl.
He thought about the cute little blonde he saw this morning. He’d noticed her rounding the aisle and even notice his screaming kid. At first, he’d thought she was going to tell him to take care of his girl better. Instead, she’d given him a sweet as fuck smile that made him think about showing her all the dirty things he could do with her mouth, and then offered to help. What guy would turn her down?
She wasn’t part of this lifestyle, not even close. She’d worn a summery dress with flowers on it and a cardigan over her shoulders. Her blonde hair had been pulled up on top of her head, and she was completely void of makeup. She’d looked like a fifties-style mother who cooked pancakes or waffles for breakfast. He wasn’t into that.