Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Her body shook with her humor again and she answered, “No.” She lifted her head and pushed up so they were face to face. “Doesn’t my boy rough it?”
“There are things I’ll sacrifice at a rally when most the time I’m drunk as fuck and the rest of the time I’m hungover so I don’t give a shit. If the end of the road means time spent between your legs, I want privacy and a shower nearby that I’m not sharing with other people.”
“I’ve never been to a bike rally.”
“We’ll get on remedying that.”
“Cool,” she murmured, grinning down at him.
Using both hands, Jag pulled her thick hair behind her ears and noted, “Good call on wait-for-it, just-us, nothing-pressing-in first fuck session, baby. Today has been the best.”
“Totally the best,” she agreed, dipping in to touch lips. “I’ll never forget it.”
“Me either.”
“I have a confession to make,” she announced.
“I’ve got ears,” he told her.
She grinned bigger and stated, “I’ve never fucked in a yurt.”
He started laughing while he wrapped both arms around her and switched their positions.
When he was on top, he looked into her eyes and promised, “We’ll remedy that too.”
She slid her fingers across his cheek then lifted her head, tilting it, in order to kiss him.
Jag angled his and kissed her back.
And yeah, he’d find—three more times—fucking her produced unending amounts of his cum.
So when they eventually passed out, on some pillows and blankets they’d dragged onto the floor, Jag had no tension in his neck or anywhere.
And he slept like a baby.
Chapter Eleven
I Kinda Dig You
Jagger
Even though he wasn’t expecting her, Jag knew she was there before he saw her.
This was because, across the three huge bays of the garage, the vibe shifted from men at work direct to the heavy air of a slew of dudes who were on the make.
Adding to that, Joker, who was bent over an engine with him, said slow, “Well…shit.”
Jag looked to his right, at Joker, who was looking through the opening at the side of the hood.
Jag then pulled out from under the hood, doing this in unison with Joker, and saw Archie strolling toward him.
She was wearing a pair of camo short-shorts with a denim-blue tube top and a white gauzy duster drifting off her shoulders that fell to the backs of her knees. She had a tangle of delicate gold necklaces trailing down her front and Adidas Superstars that had neon pink stripes on her feet.
And as she went, not a man was working in that garage—and they employed five mechanics, with two apprentices (and all of them were on shift), not to mention the Chaos brothers who worked in the garage when the spirit moved them (and that day, Shy and Dog were in the building).
Everyone was watching Archie walk to him, the duster floating behind her, one of those smiles on her face that was just that hint shy of smug (rather than her full-on smug one), which Jagger found a total turn-on (then again, he found the full-on one the same).
And the eleven men in that garage did too.
“Hey, boyfriend,” she called when she was ten feet away.
At her words, he felt he’d grown a foot taller.
“Hey, baby,” he replied, moving to her.
He made it and she curled the fingers of both hands in his tee and pulled him down, doing this only to make him touch his mouth to hers.
She pulled her head away but did not release his tee.
“I want lunch with my guy,” she declared.
He grinned at her and replied, “I’m at your service.”
She smiled up at him.
They heard a throat cleared.
Archie unfurled her fingers, so Jag moved to her side to claim her, tossing an arm around her shoulders.
She caught him through the back beltloop of his jeans.
And as they positioned, they saw Joker, Shy and Dog standing in a line.
Shy and Dog were assessing Archie.
Joker was staring at Jag.
“Well?” he prompted.
Swallowing his chuckle, Jag launched in. “Arch, these are my brothers, Joker, Shy and Dog. Men, this is my girl, Archie Harmon.”
Her response was to him.
“You totally lied about them all being ugly. Like…totally.”
He heard chuckles, ignored them and replied, “Thanks for outing me like that, baby.”
She smiled up at him and that one was full-on smug.
She then turned her attention back to his brothers.
Shy came forward first, hand raised. “Yo, Archie.”
She took his hand, squeezed, and then got much the same from Dog and Joke.
“I’m going to lunch,” Jagger announced when Joker stepped back.
“I could do lunch,” Shy said.
Shit.
“Feelin’ peckish myself,” Dog stated.
Great.
“Been jonesin’ for a po’boy at Lincoln’s,” Joker put in.
Fantastic.
“Perfect,” Dog declared and looked right at Jag. “Meet you two there.”
Before Jagger could say a word, the men sauntered away.
Jag and Archie shifted to watch them go.
“Guess we’re eating lunch with your boys,” Archie observed.
“We don’t have to meet them and can go wherever we want,” Jagger told her.