Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Is he still alive?” I ask.
Colt shakes his head. “No, but he lived longer than he would have without this coin.”
I smile. “Well, as terrifying as that story is, I have to admit it’s the most incredible thing I think I’ve ever heard.”
Colt grins, taking another sip. “Plenty more where that came from.”
“I’m not certain I want to know. I have a feeling you’re a dangerous man.”
Leaning forward, his eyes lock onto mine. “Does that scare you?”
I swallow, breath hitching. “Weirdly, no.”
“It should.”
Oh, I have no doubt.
No doubt at all.
“You’re the president of a motorcycle club.”
It’s not a question, but a statement.
It’s very clear what his role is and the kind of business he runs.
“Does that scare you?”
I smirk, licking my lips. “I’ll get back to you on that.”
He chuckles, leaning back.
My heart is racing. Everything inside me is on high alert. I don’t know what it is about him, but I can’t get enough. I’m borderline obsessed in a matter of minutes. That thought alone is alarming. What is it about this man that has me so intrigued? Is it purely because I can’t stop imagining what it is he could do to me? He screams orgasm, and you just know that one night with him would ruin you for other men.
I have a feeling this encounter might just change my life forever.
STARING AROUND AT THE clubhouse, I’m overwhelmed at how large it is. I’m not sure what I was expecting exactly, but this certainly wasn’t it. I thought it might have been ... messier. That thought makes me feel guilty, of course, because that is me assuming that bikers live a certain way without actually giving them a chance. The grounds on this compound are tidy, albeit crowded with bikes and cars.
The main house looks large, and there is a big garage coming off the side. Up the back there seems to be a shed—perhaps someone lives there. Either way, it’s impressive, and I have to wonder if Colt actually lives here or if he just runs the place. We haven’t gotten that far, yet. After our drinks the other night, he gave me his number and told me he would take me for a ride. I should have said no, that would have been the smart thing to do.
But here I am, dressed in a pair of tight jeans, my Doc Martins, and a soft black jacket. My light brown hair is tied up in a knot above my head, as best as I could get the thick locks up there without making a complete mess of it. I put a little makeup on, mostly to make my green eyes pop, but not enough that it’ll smudge everywhere. I shift uncomfortably, feeling suddenly conscious about my body. Does my butt look big in these jeans? I’m curvy, but I suppose I would still be considered a healthy weight. I’ve always had a round bottom and big breasts, but my waist has always been small.
I’ve never been concerned about how I looked, but facing Colt makes me anxious. He’s gorgeous, so damned attractive. Me ... Well, I don’t see myself as the type he’d go for. He could have the super model types, the ones who look like they fell straight off a runway. A man like that, he has choices. He can afford to be picky, and he knows it. Yet, for some reason, he seems adamant to chase after me.
I should think myself lucky, I suppose.
Or maybe, just maybe, he should be the lucky one.
“You goin’ to stand there starin’ at my club all day or are you goin’ to go in?”
The low husky voice comes from behind me, and I spin around to face Colt. His eyes out here in the sun are a beautiful, creamy, chocolate brown, and I find myself getting lost in them for a moment. Snapping myself out of it, I step back a little and say, “I honestly wouldn’t even know where to start looking for you in there. It’s kind of daunting.”
“Because you don’t know what’s behind those doors?”
I nod.
He hit the nail on the head.
All I can imagine is bikers in there, tons of them, milling around, drinking and smoking. I picture myself walking in and the entire room falling silent. It makes me want to squirm uncomfortably just thinking about it. I can tend to be on the awkward side when I get nervous, so I’m not too sure how I’d handle that situation.
“Well,” he murmurs, “you don’t need to be afraid. We only bite occasionally.”
I glance at him, cheeks going rosy red.
“Well, you got me here, now what will you do with me?”
I didn’t mean those words to come out so seductively, and I immediately look away sheepishly.
Colt chuckles.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to my guys, and then we’ll go for a ride.”