Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
I blinked at him, my body sagging with relief but my mind still reeling. “Why do you want to do it with me, then?” I whispered.
Swiss stared at me with raw male intensity.
A loud knock on the door made us both jump.
“Get the fuck up, lovebirds. We’re having brunch!” a male voice yelled from beyond the door.
I stared at Swiss. “You guys do brunch?” I asked, flabbergasted.
He grinned, showing straight, white teeth. “Babe, our president, sergeant at arms, and second in command all have Old Ladies. Those Old Ladies are generally kick-ass bitches. They are also very intense bitches. Therefore, they are serious about things like scented fucking candles—which I don’t hate—flowers—again, nice touch—and brunch.”
He kissed me quick and close mouthed. “As much as it probably endangers my cock and balls to say this, I fuckin’ love brunch.”
I stared at Swiss for a hot second, waiting to see if there was a punchline. There was not one. He was dead serious.
Once I realized that, I threw my head back and laughed.
This biker. The one with the muscles, the air of badassery, the one who moments ago had been talking about branding me, loved brunch. And flowers. And scented candles.
Once I got hold of myself, Swiss came back into focus. He was staring at me with that soft, intense look on his face once more. “You’re fuckin’ stunning when you laugh, Kate,” he murmured.
I blinked at him. It was such a simple compliment, but it made me want to burst into tears. I actually had to jab my nail into the inside of my palm in order to stop my eyes from welling up. I was well trained in hiding my emotions, in making sure that no one would glimpse a single trace of a tear in my eye.
Still, Swiss tilted his head ever so slightly and his lips flattened as if he could see the swirl of emotion behind my mask.
I stretched a false smile onto my face. “Shouldn’t we get dressed?” I asked, moving out of his grip.
For a second, I worried that he wouldn’t let me go, that he would call me out, demand to know what was behind my eyes.
But luckily, his hands only flexed for a moment before he released me. I busied myself with finding my clothes.
“Fair warnin’, baby,” Swiss said as we dressed. “There’s probably gonna be a bunch of nosy fuckers out there,” he nodded in the direction of the common room, “waiting to meet you.”
“Me?” I repeated as I buttoned my jeans. I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Although Swiss had tried to insist I wear his tee again, I argued it wouldn’t work as well in daylight. He did not agree, but he also didn’t push the matter.
“Why would anyone want to meet me?” I asked, nerves building up.
His head drew back at my words, and he walked over to me, lifting his hands to smooth my wayward hair. “Why the fuck wouldn’t anyone want to meet you?” he asked, kissing my forehead.
Although I was of the opinion that any kind of kiss from Swiss was absolute heaven, there was something about the forehead kiss that just… hit different, as Violet would say.
“Cody and Lucas have probably been gossiping like old ladies at a hair salon since the moment we left the room last night,” he continued, still holding onto me, his hands now at the back of my neck. “Singing your praises,” he clarified, as if he could sense the doubt and dread in my stomach.
Something in his expression changed, turning slightly uneasy. It was the first time I’d seen this man unsure of himself.
“On top of that,” he said slowly. “I have somewhat of a… reputation around the club.”
I looked at him more closely, as if I’d find an explanation. “A reputation?” I repeated, thinking the worst. Was he some kind of polygamist? Did he have four wives somewhere?
He nodded, watching me carefully. “I like to fuck,” he shrugged. “Rough. I like kink.”
Despite the situation, my stomach swirled, not unpleasantly, thinking of the rough kink that I had experienced with Swiss.
“That is not a secret,” he continued.
I looked down at my nails, thinking about the tight living quarters and the way people were going at it at the party. It made sense... Sex should not be a secret, taboo, shameful thing. That’s what I’d tried to teach Violet, at least.
Swiss’s thumb went to the middle of my brow where I’d pinched my brows together in thought. He smoothed the wrinkle away.
“It also isn’t a secret that I don’t fuck the same bitch twice,” he said quietly. “It’s something I take very fuckin’ seriously. And when we continue this, when we get deeper with each other, I’ll tell you why. Needless to say, you bein’ here with me, more than once, that means something.”