Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
She glanced up, expecting to see Tracker looking at her through the crowd. Instead, she found him staring down at her from a mere three feet away. “Oh, hey.” Jo glanced up from where she sat. “Sorry, I was just telling her how amazing she was.”
His assessing stare grew into an amused one as his lips curled. To her everlasting shame, she had to fight the urge to smooth her hair. After spending most of the day in the sweltering humidity, she must look like she stuck a paperclip in a socket. The part of her that participated in pageants for years and knew how she looked all done up cringed at the picture she must have made at that moment. And that made the rational part of her brain want to vomit. The part that had promised to never again care about others’ opinions of her looks.
“Yeah,” Tracker said, bringing her back to the moment. “She did some damn good work today.” Betty’s tail thumped the ground as though she knew she’d been praised.
Despite the flurry of activity buzzing around them, the world faded away as they held each other’s gazes. What on earth was she supposed to say to the man? The last two times they’d seen each other, she’d tossed his ass out of her house and her partner had fucked with his club. Whatever had been between them wasn’t authentic, yet she felt drawn to him by an inexplicable force. Did he feel it?
Did he like her?
Want her?
Was the attraction he’d felt for her real or forced?
God, she hated that last question, yet it was the one that plagued her the most. He’d been hard as hell and fucked her so good her brain had nearly melted out her ears. Could he get that way with any woman? Was it merely the fact that she had a vagina and breasts?
Or had he wanted her with the same strength she wanted him?
That’s what haunted her so much. She’d truly wanted him. Still did to her everlasting humiliation. To think he might have been faking it or needed to think of another woman to get off was mortifying. For it to have all been one-sided? An unbearable embarrassment.
Her anger should lie in the fact that he’d tried to deceive the police department, yet the woman in her won out, and all she cared about was whether he’d actually been attracted to her.
Pathetic.
It shouldn’t matter. It didn’t matter. What did she think was going to happen? He’d admit to wanting her, and she’d overlook the fact that he’d tricked her and was a member of an outlaw motorcycle club. She might have had a few spectacular orgasms at his hands, and mouth, and cock, but she hadn’t completely lost her mind.
“You good?” he asked after she didn’t say anything for a few moments.
“Yes. Of course. Yeah, I’m great. Just, uh… tired.”
He cocked his head and studied her. “How’s it feel to put some good in the world today? To help someone for once?”
It took an enormous feat of strength to keep from snapping at his underhanded question, even if part of her understood it. Knowing his history with the police combined with his president’s nightmarish experience, she couldn’t blame him for his hatred. Though she could and did still blame him for sleeping with her hoping she’d turn on the department.
But she did glare at him until he huffed. “Sorry. I’m hot as fuck and pretty damn hangry.”
Of course, he was one of those damn unicorns who looked as irresistible now as he did fresh out of the shower dressed to kill.
“I’ll let it slide,” Jo said as she pushed up to her feet. “I’m too tired to…” The world spun and blurred. “Whoa.” She reached out to steady herself on the only thing around, Tracker himself.
“Hey, easy there.” He caught her under the arms. “You good?”
“Yeah, sorry. Got dizzy for a second there.” Above all things, she hated showing weakness, especially around someone like him. Or her family. Basically, anyone she wanted to view her as a strong, independent woman. “Probably just need some water.
“Here.” He grabbed a bottle from the side pocket of his backpack and pressed it into her hands. “Drink it all. I have more in a cooler in my truck.”
Ugh, now she looked weak and stupid for not coming prepared. Still, she’d be a fool to turn down the hydration. “Thanks.” A furry tickle on her shins had her glancing down to find Betty leaning against her as though lending balance and support.
“Good girl,” Tracker said, and some ridiculously needy part of Jo wished he was saying those words to her.
Instead of giving into the urge to press herself to Tracker like his dog had done to her, she tipped the half-full water bottle back and swallowed greedy gulps. The cool liquid tasted like mana from the gods but did nothing to cool her down. She was beginning to suspect her overheated state had nothing to do with the ninety-seven-degree temperature and everything to do with the man.