Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He found his release soon after I did, and he grunted my name into my neck. He set me down on my feet and kept an arm wrapped around me while I tried to regain my sense of being. God, I didn’t know which felt better. Slow and gentle sex or rough and fast sex. Both were equally amazing with him. Travis knew his way around my body, and he knew everything to do and say at all of the right moments to make being with him even more intense.
He washed my hair and my body, and in return, I did the same to him. It was a quiet intimacy that spoke volumes about our growing relationship. Being with Travis and not wanting to lose him scared me more than I wanted to admit, but I wasn’t willing to let him go to save myself the heartache. He was everything I had ever wanted and more. And Leanne being here seriously worried me because of their past together and because she was the first woman Travis had ever loved. I didn’t want to lose him to her. It would devastate me.
When we got out of the shower, I got dressed in jeans and a tank top and just ran a brush through my hair, not really wanting to take the time to blow dry it. It would have looked like crap if I blow-dried it anyway because I needed my hair trimmed. The ends of my hair were beginning to look like hay strands.
“Baby, I forgot, but you have a doctor’s appointment with an OB at one this afternoon,” Travis informed me as he came back into the bathroom.
I nodded. I was glad he had made me an appointment. With all of the crap happening in my life currently, I had forgotten to make an appointment myself. Besides, I didn’t know any good doctors around here anyway, and he most likely did.
“It’s not like I have plans anyway.” I turned to look at him. “Do you mind if we go to a hairdresser after my appointment? I need to get my hair trimmed.”
He stepped forward, leaning down to kiss me. “Yeah, babe. We can do whatever you want while we’re out,” he said, smiling.
I returned his smile, and together, we walked downstairs. When we got to the dining room, everyone was already sitting down, waiting on us. Of course, Leanne was there. I sighed and sat down. I had a feeling that breakfast wasn’t going to be peaceful this morning.
Grace set our plates in front of us and took a seat on the other side of Travis. Leanne moved so she was sitting in front of me, and I tightly clenched the fork that I had just picked up. I didn’t even feel hungry anymore with her in the same room, and normally, I would eat a whole cow and still manage to fit another one. The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was shove the fork in my hand down her slender, little throat.
“So, Katie, how did you come to know Travis?” she asked me. “I didn’t think Travis would have been the type to go around picking up random biker whores.”
I clenched my fist on top of the table and glared at her. However, I didn’t say anything. If I opened my mouth, the situation was only going to get worse, and I really only wanted to try to eat my breakfast and get the fuck out of the room, away from her.
“Leanne, fuck off,” Travis said through clenched teeth.
She pouted. If there was one thing I hated, it was a pouty bitch. I saw enough of them with the Bloody Royals. Most of them ended up missing a couple of teeth, courtesy of me. Whiny bitches just weren’t very classy and were irritating as hell.
“Travis, honey,” I wanted to slap her for daring to use such a familiar term, but I restrained myself, “I know how much you hate anyone associated with bikers, and you used to really hate the Bloody Royals. What happened? Are you really going to pick some biker whore? After all, we all know that the Bloody Royals aren’t capable of loyalty. They get what they want, and they leave.” She smirked at me. “Trust me, honey, no one in the world is sad that your father was killed. He deserved to fucking die.”
That’s when shit hit the roof, almost literally.
I grabbed my plate of food and threw it at her face. I smirked when she screamed, and I watched the food slide down her face, down her chest, and land in her lap. “Trust me, honey,” I spat, “no one wants you here. No one’s going to miss you when you finally take your slutty ass back to wherever the hell you came from, either.”