Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I don’t know much about him though. His family are motorcycle enthusiasts, seeing they were at the rally, he’s seventeen, and fucking handsome as hell. Seriously, did Zeus himself sculpt him from marble and breathe life into this guy?
“So, you didn’t say if you were cool with the Look Out? Because we can go somewhere else.” He looks at me with genuine eyes, his tone of voice earnest. I can’t tell if he’s just good at acting like a good guy, or if he really is a good person and just wants to hang out with me. I grew up among bikers, I know a man after sex when I see one. But that goes both ways, I was around the breeding grounds of sex, drugs, and mayhem and it’s those three core values that course through my veins at the ripe age of sixteen. I want to fuck, smoke a joint, and screw some shit up all at the same time. My hands ache at the thought of letting loose tonight.
I mean, I’ve always wanted to go to the Look Out, my brother Zane has been there, even my friend Piper has. But not me. I want to see what goes on there, to have a drink and laugh, to just fucking be a teenager for once! Who knows, maybe I’ll hate it… but maybe I won’t. Either way, I’ll learn something about myself tonight which is great because I’ve been feeling lost here lately. I don’t know what my purpose is in my family. I’m a female. I can’t be in my father’s club, no matter how much I want to. So why am I here? What I want out of life? I mean, who the fuck am I?
“Yeah, it’s cool,” I finally answer. Shit, I was lost in my thoughts there for a second. Sliding my hand into my hair, I flip it onto the left side of my head and kick my foot up onto the dash, my black sneaker catching Thane’s attention. Shit, I know some guys are super touchy about their vehicles, I should put my foot down.
He takes his hand from the back of the seat and rests it on my bare thigh, his finger sprawling out and touching more skin. I suck in a breath. The thought of my shoes on his dash vanished. No guy has touched me there before and it’s making my whole body vibrate with a tingly sensation. It’s making me want to do impulsive things like climb into his lap and feel him against me. My mother taught me to treat my body as a temple, her voice inside my head telling me to smack his hand away, but then there’s the devil that lives within me pointing out how good it feels to have his large warm palm on my soft skin and how much better it would feel if I let him go further.
His hand slowly slides down a little farther and I freeze. Should I play harder to get? Touch him back?
“Fuck, you’re sexy, you know that, Delilah?” His tone husky, and his eyes having a hard time staying on the road. My foot drops to the floorboard, my voice caught in my throat. I like what he’s doing, it feels fucking incredible but I’m starting to panic a little. This is my first time doing something like this, and I’m scared to death. What if I say the wrong thing, or what if I chicken out and don’t want to do anything tonight but talk about trucks and bikes? What would he think about that?
“You ah, got anything to drink?” I need some liquid courage to fuel this night of activities along. I want this, I do. But I’m nervous. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m sneaking out, or because I know what risqué activities I’m getting myself into with Thane.
He swirls the tip of his finger with one of the frayed strands of my shorts, his touch so close to a place he shouldn’t be close to, my panties stick to my most intimate parts. I’m wet. So fucking wet just by his nearness and the simple touch of his hand.
“Uh yeah. In the back of the truck. We’re almost there and I’ll get you one.”
He removes his hand and my body drops ten degrees from the sudden void, goose bumps dance up my arms causing little hairs to stand on end. Wind blowing through the cab, his hand hanging over the wheel, he glances at me and gives a dopy smile and I swear the image is seared into my brain. I wonder if Thane is from here, will he call me tomorrow? Become lifelong pen pals?
“So are your parents a part of a club or anything?” I make small talk, trying to figure out how this is going to go down. If we have sex tonight, is he going to call me again, want to hang out another night, or is tonight all it’s going to be?