Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
He had days with her, days and nights before he had to acknowledge the fact that they wouldn’t work in the real world. The real world was snowed in and couldn’t get to them right now, so it could go fuck itself.
He carried her through the cabin he’d grown up in, into the room he’d taken over when his grandfather had passed, and into the bathroom he’d spent a shit ton of money redecorating.
Sabrina’s eyes widened as she took in the surroundings. “This is beautiful.”
He couldn’t help but grin. “Unlike the rest of the place?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He set her on her feet. “I know. This is one of the rooms I spent cash on after I inherited the place.” He moved to the big shower. It dominated the room. Sawyer had hand selected the rock wall and the stone flooring. “This used to be about a quarter the size and had nothing but an old sink, toilet you had to jiggle the handle to get to flush, and a bathtub I’m pretty sure Granddad found at a junkyard. He did his decorative shopping at the junkyard. Come here.”
She stood in the middle of his dream bathroom looking slightly nervous and awkward and still sexy as hell.
“Sabrina, I came all over your hands. The least I can do is wash you up,” he offered. He didn’t worry she was changing her mind. The way she looked at him told him she wasn’t searching for an exit ramp. She simply wasn’t used to walking around naked in a strange man’s house. “Come here.”
He turned on the shower, setting the temperature and the steam levels.
“This is amazing, Sawyer.” She let him lead her inside and breathed in the steam. “Is that…?”
“Lavender,” he replied. “The shower has a couple of scents it releases. I didn’t actually pick them. They came with the package, but I find the eucalyptus is helpful when I have a cold and the lavender… Well, women like the lavender.”
Her lips curled up. “Is this your secret? You lure women into this lush bathroom to make it easier to seduce them?”
He felt the water warming on his back, and he stared down at the gorgeous teacher. “I’ve actually had very few women here. This place, well, I grew up here. It feels a little sacred to me. I updated a couple of things after my grandfather passed. This bathroom was one of them because Granddad was stingy when it came to money. I didn’t even know what showers were until I stayed at Ty’s place when I was a kid. I thought everyone had to bathe in cold water and fit three boys into a tiny space to get ready for school. I vowed one day I would have a real bathroom and a workshop. Everything else stayed pretty much the same until Wyatt complained about the stove and the refrigerator.”
“What was wrong with them?” Her hands found his waist, and the talk was doing what he’d hoped it would. She was relaxing. She was focused on him. She hadn’t even noticed he’d placed a string of condoms on the shelf containing the soap and shampoo.
“Grandad found those in a junkyard, too. I’m pretty sure they were from the sixties. You had to be real careful because the stove got hot to the touch when it was on. And the freezer, well, it had zones. Some of them were way too cold so your food froze, and some weren’t cold enough so it spoiled. It was always an adventure, but Wyatt wanted to know his food wasn’t going to go bad or be frozen, and he’s been burned enough so we bought new ones.”
Her eyes went soft. “Someone burned him. He didn’t want to talk about it, but I can’t imagine it was an accident.”
“It wasn’t, and he’ll tell you the story when the time is right. You have to know he’s out of that life now. The burns on his chest were payment for leaving. You don’t get out of an outlaw MC without pain. There are men I’ve met who I would say they’ll go back, but Wyatt isn’t one of them. He’s a solid guy.” He owed it to Wyatt to let her know what a good man he was. She could trust him. Even if she could never trust Sawyer.
She put a hand on Sawyer’s arm, right over the black box where his Horde tattoo had once been. “And this was yours?”
The room was starting to steam up, so he eased her closer, invading her space. “I had it easier than Wyatt. I wasn’t born into it. I went into the club because my brother was a moron, and someone had to watch over him.”
She breathed in the steam. “Did you save him?”
“Sort of. I made sure he didn’t die, but when I had the chance to keep him out of jail, I didn’t take it. I thought it would prove to him this wasn’t the right life. And it did. He did his time and now he’s in Denver with his wife and child, and he’s happy from what I can tell.” He didn’t know. All he knew was Wes didn’t want to have anything to do with him, and that was fine.