Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Nic scoffed, and my mouth curved in amusement. The Mafia called themselves a “family,” and although they also understood that not all true loyalty is born from blood, it still meant more to them than it did in an MC. Cordell was a cousin several levels removed, so he was barely family to Nic.
“I’ll handle the deficiente,” he muttered.
“Thanks. As soon as you pick his replacement, send the details to Maverick. I’ll be unavailable for the next few days.”
“No more proxies. I’ll go back to working with you personally.”
“Nic—”
“Your arguments will fall on deaf ears, Kye. So don’t waste your breath. Tell your father I said hi. I’ll reach out to Maverick and set up a call with him, Enzo, and the both of us, next week.”
“Fine.” I wasn’t going to spend time trying to talk him out of anything when I had the sexiest woman I’d ever seen naked and wet in the next room.
“Also, I apologize for the behavior of my cousin, Kye. He’ll be dealt with and instructed to cut all contact with your organization.”
“Appreciated. Tell Anna I’ll talk to my dad about a visit. Airplanes also fly from New York to Tennessee,” I added.
Nic laughed. “But I don’t require you to be blindfolded when you come to my home.”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. “I did that once. Just to fuck with you.”
“True. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever let it go.”
“How about you throw me in the trunk for a ride from the airport to your house next time I’m in New York. That’s more your style, right?”
“Touché.”
“Gotta go,” I told him, having run out of patience.
“We’ll talk soon, Kye.”
After hanging up, I left the phone on the kitchen table and made my way to the bedroom. A smile split my face when I heard the shower still running. I was mostly dried off, and since my body ran at a higher temperature than hers, I hadn’t been as bothered by the chill of my wet clothes in the air-conditioning.
However, Dahlia didn’t know that. For all she knew, I was about to catch pneumonia. That was why I needed to join her in the shower—or at least that’s what I would tell her.
5
DAHLIA
Lingering in the shower had paid off. I was just thinking about stepping out when the bathroom door opened and Fox came in. I stared at him through the foggy glass as he stripped out of his clothes, my breath catching in my throat when I spotted his long, thick dick. It was rock hard, and there was a bead of precome on the tip. I licked my lips, wondering what it tasted like while my breath caught in my throat.
His dark gaze met mine when he slid the shower door open. “You got room in there for me? Conserve some water?”
“Uh-huh.” I giggled, finding his excuse hilarious since there was a downpour outside. “I…um…ah, just finished.”
“All warmed up?” he asked as he stepped into the shower with me.
“Yup.” He was only inches from me. Completely naked. With a hard-on that I assumed was because he felt the chemistry between us the same as I did. “I don’t think warm is a strong enough word. More like hot.”
“Smoking,” he agreed, his gaze dropping to my lips as my tongue glided over the bottom one. “You wanna do something about all this heat?”
I’d held on to my virginity for twenty-four years and had only met Fox a few hours ago, but one thing I’d learned from all the successful relationships I’d seen in the Silver Saints was that when you knew, you knew. “Yes.”
A deep groan rumbled up his chest, and he reached around me to turn off the faucet. Then he wrapped one of his hands around my hip and reached out to open the glass door with the other. “C’mon, let’s get you dried off so I can get you the much better kind of wet.”
Stroking my fingertip over one of the tattoos on his arm, I asked, “I thought you were going to take a shower to get warmed up?”
“Don’t need it anymore.” His gaze swept down my body, and he groaned again. “Seeing you was enough to get me so fucking hot, I might spontaneously combust, baby. And no way in hell is our first time fucking gonna be in the shower. I want you all spread out on that big mattress for me where I can explore your fantastic curves.”
I thought about telling him this was my first time ever, but then I felt like I was the one who would explode when he started to dry me with the towel. He crouched down, his breath hot against my core as he wiped the water from my legs, and my knees were so weak that I could barely stand by the time he was done. But it turned out that I didn’t need to walk because he swept me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom.