Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
He’d already done that for her, but she definitely wanted to go for a ride. She liked the idea that the sun wasn’t up and they’d be riding in the dark along the coast, with the ocean so close.
“I love every minute with you, Ice,” Soleil admitted. “And I want a copy of that video on my phone too. I love to watch your face when your cock is in my mouth. You’re so amazing.” She had to tell him, because it was the truth.
“You know what I love? You look like the sweet little girl next door, baby, and then you say cock and you definitely claim ownership of it, and it blows my mind. I fucking love that.” He caught her hand. “Let’s get dressed.”
THIRTEEN
Highway 1 was a ribbon of curves and switchbacks, with few straight stretches. Ice loved the winding road. His woman wasn’t used to the bike, but she was on it with him, no complaints, dressed warmly for the early morning hour and the coastal highway. This was what he lived for, his woman, his Harley and the open road. He’d not gone more than fifteen miles when two bikes came up behind them. He sent his brothers a quick grin and a wave.
Savage and Absinthe moved neatly into position behind them. That was the way it often was, one would decide to ride, but others were already on the open road. The ocean stretched out to their right, and the mountains rose to their left. It was a beautiful sight. The sun wasn’t yet thinking about rising in the east.
They could find a little diner for breakfast in an hour or two. Soleil was bundled up—gloves, scarf, warm clothes, jacket—and her arms were tightly around him. He hated that she was worried he might leave her—that people in her life had led her to believe she was worthless other than for her money. He wanted her to see that he valued her for the person she was. For every part of her, including the little exhibitionist in her. She didn’t know it, but he needed that. He wasn’t being fair to give her only a part of who he was.
He thought about that for the next few miles. She was giving him everything. He could see who she was. So sweet. Cooking for him in their kitchen, poring over recipes she thought he might like. He didn’t give a damn about the food, just about her. He loved sitting in the kitchen watching her look so serious as she attempted some recipe that was probably far too complicated for an amateur. It didn’t matter. She was doing it for him. To make him happy.
Ice had never had anyone go out of their way for him in the way she was. He couldn’t remember his parents. They’d been murdered and he’d been taken to the school, supposedly to turn him into an asset for his country. There were four such schools, three of which trained children using torture and brutal methods but expected those children to serve their country. The fourth, the one he’d been taken to, was made up of criminals, pedophiles who were given a virtual smorgasbord of children to abuse in any way they could conceive. The children weren’t expected to ever leave the school alive, although each had been trained as a very lethal and skilled assassin so Sorbacov, the man who had put them there, could use them if he wanted to kill an enemy.
Soleil’s hand began to rub up and down his abdomen, as if she knew his thoughts had taken a sudden turbulent turn and she was soothing him. He dropped his gloved hand over hers in a silent show of gratitude. He knew he was far past falling and had actually fallen in love with her. He just didn’t know exactly what that was yet or what he was going to do about it.
A car came up behind them. It had been traveling at a high rate of speed, but it slowed to drop in directly behind the three bikes. Savage gave a low hand signal to Ice to pull to the side of the road when possible to allow the car to pass. It was an Audi, and there were four men inside.
Something about the way the car moved up on them, like a hungry predator, set off not only Ice’s warning system but Savage’s as well. Ice glanced at Absinthe. He wore an expressionless mask. Yeah, he felt it too. Whoever was in that car was specifically targeting Torpedo Ink. It wasn’t a random car just happening to slide in behind them.
He would have welcomed the action, and he knew the others would have as well, but there was Soleil to protect. And were the men there to kill her? Was this about their enemies? Or hers? Savage suddenly dropped back, signaling to Ice to take off. He didn’t bother to look, he already knew Savage had sent him forward to protect Soleil. Those in the Audi were making their move.