Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and glanced toward the windows, then back at me. “Yes, I, um, I do, but I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything.”
I slid a hundred-dollar bill toward her and stood up. “I won’t be. Go get your things and meet me outside.”
“I need to get your change,” she said, taking the money.
“No change.”
She frowned. “That’s a fifty-six-dollar tip.”
I nodded. “Yeah. See you outside.”
I didn’t wait for her to argue before I headed for the door.
I shouldn’t have done that. Putting a woman on the back of my bike was something I never did. But here I was, offering to give a ride to the sexy bartender because those eyes of hers did something to me.
Stepping into the humid, thick air that came after rain in the summer in Florida, I tried to take a deep breath.
Think about the doctor. She was who I was taking out tomorrow night. She was old enough. She was also a fucking doctor with an Ivy League degree. I could be proud of who I brought around my daughter and grandkids.
Picking up my helmet, I adjusted the strap so it would fit on Liberty’s head. I was helping out a girl who needed a ride. I’d want someone to help my daughter if she was in this position. Probably wouldn’t want someone like me doing it though. Not that it even mattered. Madeline would never be in this position.
The door to the bar swung open, and out sauntered Liberty, the hot-as-fuck, too-young bartender.
God, that body.
Why wasn’t some man here, ready to pick her up? She should have a guy ready to drop whatever he was doing when she called him. Maybe there was one, and he was at work. I hadn’t asked.
She reached me, and I handed her the helmet.
“Better put this on.”
Her eyes dropped to it, and she glanced back up at me before taking it.
“Your man busy?” I asked.
She paused and looked at me as if she didn’t understand me.
“A girl who looks like you has a man. Where is he?”
The pain was back in her eyes, and I wanted to let out a string of curses. I didn’t like it when she had that sad expression.
“I did,” she said softly. “I … he …” She took a breath. “I walked in on him and his sister-in-law two weeks ago.”
What?
“His sister-in-law? Are you saying they were fucking?”
She nodded.
What kind of idiot had she been dating?
“They’ve always had a weird, flirty relationship, but, well, she’s married to his brother. I didn’t think anything of it until …”
Goddamn.
“Where am I taking you, darlin’?” I asked.
She slid the helmet on her head and struggled to buckle it. I stepped closer and took it from her hands, then fastened it, making sure it was secure before letting go.
“Bus stop. It’s two miles that way,” she said, pointing east.
I shook my head. “No bus. Where is home?” If I was gonna take Little Hot and Sexy on my bike, then I might as well get her home.
“The Ocala Inn on Second Street,” she replied.
I tensed and studied her for a moment. “Why are you staying in a motel?”
“Because I was living in my boyfriend—ex-boyfriend’s apartment,” she replied.
And he’d been fucking his sister-in-law.
I threw my leg over the bike, then held out my hand to her. “Come on, darlin’,” I said, trying to ignore the shit going on in my chest.
I didn’t want to care about this girl. She wasn’t my responsibility. She had a good job, and I was sure she’d find her way.
Her slender hand slid over my palm, and I closed mine around hers so that I could steady her while she climbed on behind me. This was the first woman to ride on the back of my bike, and I didn’t even know her.
“Wrap your arms around me and hold on tight,” I told her.
She leaned forward, and I closed my eyes to breathe through my nose as her hands moved over my abs. My teeth clenched tightly as her soft, full tits pressed against my back. My dick swelled inside the tight confines of my jeans.
Think of something else.
“Is this good?” she asked close to my ear.
I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded.
This was probably a big fucking mistake.
2
Liberty
Six Weeks Later
Please answer the phone. Please, please, please, I silently pleaded as I held it to my ear. My grip tightened on the phone as I waited.
This was the third time I had called Sissy in the past two days, and the other two times, I’d left messages that she hadn’t returned. If I had anyone else to ask, I would, but I had no one.
My sister and I rarely spoke. I would call her on holidays and her birthday, but that was about it. I knew if I didn’t call her, there would be no communication between us. She was the only family I had, and even if we had never had a close relationship, I didn’t want to lose touch with her.