Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Granted, I was supposed to be his woman in front of the probates, to keep up appearances and keep them from realizing we were vetting them, but it was more than that now. I was, in a way, his.
Normally, I would recoil from that.
Fear of intimacy was my thing after all.
But somehow, it almost felt right to be claimed. Back in that bed, he had claimed my body. And whether I fought it or not, prolonging the process, I knew it was only a matter of time before he claimed other parts of me- most notably, my heart.
"We'd appreciate that," Reeve said carefully, his eyes unreadable and I realized again how much we needed to look deeper into him.
"We figured out who the threat is and Reign, Cash, Repo, and Duke are heading to deal with it once and for all. Me, Mina, Lo, the women, kids, and a huge army of men and women from Hailstorm will be by to keep an eye on things around here. That means that Laz will be on kitchen duty and all of you better put your thinking caps on and come up with ideas on how to keep the kids occupied and the women calm. It's going to be a long couple of days. Get dressed and come out."
With that, he reached his free hand down to take mine and pull me with him out of the room and down the hall to our room.
He slammed the door, put his gun down, and turned to me, his hand going behind my neck. "You alright?"
I felt my brows draw together. "I think that's my line in this situation. None of my people are going off to exact vengeance and leaving the whole safety of the club on my shoulders."
"Who are you kidding," he asked, smiling a little humorlessly. "I might be the last standing Henchmen here, but as soon as Lo is done yelling at Janie about going off without her, she's going to be back here and barking orders. She's more of a leader than I am. I'm just here to keep an eye on the probies and be a familiar face for the kids."
"I think you underestimate yourself," I said, not liking that he somehow thought he was less than the rest of them. From my understanding, he had taken out a threat the night that Shredder and Vin were killed, saving Duke's life. That was no small thing.
His head cocked to the side, watching me. "Think I like having a woman trying to defend my honor," he said, moving to grab clothes then kissing me on my cheek as he made his way to the bathroom.
I took a deep breath, going into the closet and digging for some clothes, settling on the jeans Ash had packed and slipping into a bra, but throwing Renny's shirt back on over it. He came back out a minute later in jeans, a black tee, and his leather cut, his hair a little damp from where he must have wet it to get it back in order.
I scooted in while he sat down to slip into socks and boots, quickly brushing my teeth and tying my hair up.
When I came back out, he was still sitting off the edge of the bed. He looked up and held an arm out in invitation. I didn't overthink it. In fact, I didn't think about it at all. I just went to him. As soon as I was close, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down until I moved to straddle him.
"You alright?" I asked when he said nothing and I couldn't read anything from his expression.
His smile curved slowly upward, meeting his eyes and making his whole face look devilish. "I didn't get my breakfast."
"What?" I asked, confused. "Laz hasn't even made it yet."
"Not what I meant, sweetheart."
"What did you... oh," I said, feeling my cheeks heat as I remember what he said he wanted to have for breakfast every morning- me. "Well," I said, my own smile moving to match his, "you know they generally recommend three meals a day and two snacks..."
"Meet you for lunch then. Can't say that lunch won't roll into dinner... and maybe dessert," he said, his hand going behind my head and pulling me to him, kissing me long and hard and deep until my lips felt electric.
Then, before I could even fully open my eyes, he was standing, an arm around my lower back. "I'd be happy to walk out there like this sugarlips, but I don't know if you want the new puppies to see you clinging to me," he offered and I finally snapped out of it, realizing he was walking across the room with me wrapped around him, and settling my feet on the ground.
"Right," I agreed, reaching down to make sure my clothes were straightened.