Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Fuck, she feels so good. I wrap my hand around her waist, swaying slightly against her, holding her steady. The heat between us could light tinder.
“You were saying?” I ask. “You were saying what you want...”
Her breath is warm and sweet against my lips. She’s breathing faster and I know after this, I won’t be able to live without her. If this simple touch is making me this rabid, once I get inside that little pussy of hers, there will be no turning back.
“My father would kill you if he saw you here.”
“I don’t see your father anywhere.” I challenge, listening to the little hitch in her breathing. “Besides, he doesn’t strike me as the killing kind.”
“And you would know.” She bites back, but what I feel coming from her tells me a little danger is just what she needs.
I brush my lips to hers. This is the kiss I’ve been waiting for, dreaming about, for a year.
Just as I press forward, I’m ripped from the moment by a voice behind me.
“Get your hands off her.” I turn to see the dude that is sort of the second in command around here, glaring at us, and feel Kristina’s hands shoving against my chest as she backs into the shelves behind her.
I swallow hard, turning to square off with pastor Junior.
“Don’t think you get to tell me what to do, bro.”
“He was just leaving.” Kristina’s voice is moving behind me, but I keep my eyes on douche bag in his khakis and pink golf shirt. “Here’s your food, Mr. ummm...” She comes around, the box of food in her arms, outstretched toward me. “Please, just take it and go. You need to leave.”
I look at her for a long moment. She’s not scared, but it bothers me how her demeanor changed as soon as fuck face came on the scene.
“Leave or I’ll call the sheriff. If I recall, last time he came to encourage you to leave, he said next time we have to call about you, there will be handcuffs and jail time.”
I suck a breath through my teeth and march over to him, the box the only thing between us. “I don’t give a shit about the sheriff. Call him, don’t call him. I’m just here for my free food. Sign says all are welcome. So here I am. And shit, I sure was made to feel welcome.” I glare at him, he’s inches shorter than me and my wrist is bigger than his bicep.
From the flicker in his eyes, dude’s never known what it feels like to bust your knuckles on someone’s teeth.
“Please.” Kristina is next to us now, one hand on my forearm, and it pulls me back to her from the rage that’s quickly building with junior’s name on it. “We need to close things up for today. Thank you for coming, but you need to leave.”
I lick my lips, step forward pushing the box into junior’s chest, making him move out of my way as I go.
Once past him, I spin and walk backwards through the door, my eyes on Kristina’s.
“I’ll be thinking of you with every bite I take. Can’t imagine any of it tastes as good as you.”
Her mouth drops open as I spin on my heel and make my way back across the street, already planning to be back the first chance I get to finish what I started.
4 | Wrath
“Mother fucker.” I shake out my hand after I park my bike and turn off the engine.
“You okay?” Jaxon nods my way from his bike.
“Yeah. Fucker had a hard head.”
“You should learn not to punch people in their ear.” Gage walks up from where he parked, laughing.
“Your aim was a little off, bro. You distracted?” Jaxon asks then tips his head at Gage.
There’s bullshit laughing from them all and I’m ready to tear into my own at this point.
“Fuck off, all of you. Fucking Bulldog hit him low while I was already swinging. I wasn’t aiming for his fucking ear.”
The rest of the crew laughs some more and a few of them head into the bar where we stopped about an hour east of Seneca, but I’m not feeling it.
Gage jerks his head toward the door, waiting for me. “You did good. Fucking tweakers. I knew they were going to pull shit.”
“We were ready. No Heartland’s blood was spilled. We got our money, they got their guns and a little lesson in manners.”
He nods, stuffing his hands into his front pockets. “You coming in? I gotta piss.”
I twist my lips, looking down the road. “Nah.” I rub my eyes and squeeze the bridge of my nose. “I think I’m gonna keep going. Got a couple things to take care of.”
“Uh huh.” He grins, but there’s a knowing in his eyes. “Be careful. See you tomorrow?”