Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Yours Truly was officially off the market.
I found my bra and tank top hanging on the edge of the dresser, where he’d tossed them. The skirt and panties were harder to locate, but I eventually discovered them under the bed, in a dried puddle of something very questionable.
I managed to brush the dust bunnies off the skirt, but no matter how much I shook the panties, I couldn’t bring myself to put them on. I didn’t know what that brown stuff on the floor was, but I was pretty sure I didn’t want it touching my coochie.
Of course, that would leave me doing the walk of shame in a micro skirt and nothing else.
You should really keep extra panties in your purse, Wonder Woman suggested helpfully. A girl never knows when she’s going to need a fresh pair of star-spangled briefs.
Well, I guess she would know.
I found my purse and dug out a brush, attacking my hair. I knew my makeup had to look like shit, but I could clean that up in the bathroom, wherever the hell it was. Then maybe I could borrow something to cover my ass and head home.
The door opened and Shade stepped in, holding a ceramic mug. He was fully dressed in jeans, shirt and leather Reapers’ colors, and had clearly been awake for a while.
“Thought I’d let you sleep,” he said, holding out the mug. Coffee, God love him.
“Thanks,” I replied, feeling that same awkwardness from last night falling between us. He looked past me, his eyes catching on something. My bright pink panties, which I’d dropped on the bed. Shade raised a brow, questioning.
“They were down on the floor and it’s icky,” I admitted. “I didn’t want to put them back on. I don’t suppose you have anything I can borrow to wear home…?”
He took a step closer, into my space.
“Yeah, this isn’t gonna work.”
“What?”
“Give me the coffee.”
“But I want the coffee.”
“Give me the fuckin’ coffee,” he said, his voice a low growl. I handed it over. Shade lifted the mug and drank deep, throat moving as he emptied the cup. Holding my eyes, he dropped it. Then he reached out and caught me by the sides of my skirt, pulling me into his body. I had just a second to realize what he was doing before his hands were under my skirt, cupping my bare ass. Our mouths connected and he pushed me back onto the bed with a bounce. My hands reached for his jeans as he grabbed a fresh condom.
Then he was inside me again.
Half an hour later, I rolled over and stretched in satisfaction because who needed coffee with a dick like Shade’s to wake you up? Leaning up on one elbow, I studied his body, rubbing my hand over his bare stomach. His skin was slightly darker than mine, with just enough tan to tell me he worked outside sometimes without a shirt, and his muscles were all lean and rippled. He could’ve been a model.
Maybe I should give the friends with benefits thing a try…
No! Bad Mandy! shouted Wonder Woman.
Shade caught me with his arm and tucked me into his side, oblivious to my mental battle for self-control.
“What’s your plan for the day?” he asked.
“Heading home,” I told him, because Wonder Woman was right. I was being a bad Mandy and I needed to behave myself. “I have to work tonight. What time is it, anyway?”
“Just after one,” he said. “They’re setting up for the barbecue outside. You should stick around for a while. You already know some of the club from the bar. Might as well get to know them a little better.”
His eyes held mine steadily, his face unreadable.
“Um, wouldn’t that be weird?” I asked, hating the fact that a small part of me was all excited because he wasn’t ready for me to leave yet. “I thought we weren’t doing anything like dating or whatever.”
“It’s not a date,” he said, his voice relaxed. “It’s hamburgers with a bunch of bikers. Beer. Maybe even some kids. It’s a family event, at least until later tonight.”
“Will Rebel’s club be here?”
“Maybe. We invited the support clubs. Although it’s not a mandatory event, so they aren’t required to show up.”
“About Rebel…”
Shade rolled me up onto his body, sliding his hands down to my butt and squeezing.
“Really like this ass of yours,” he said. “Usually I go for the boobs, but with you it’s a tough call. Let’s not talk about your ex-boyfriend. I don’t like thinkin’ about him fuckin’ this ass.”
I stilled. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
“Just a second—” I said, pushing against his chest. Shade ignored my puny efforts, gripping me tighter. His cock twitched and I realized he was staring at my breasts. “No—stop! We aren’t doing this anymore. First, this is a one-night stand and it’s light outside. That means it’s over. And not that it’s any of your business, but Rebel didn’t fuck my ass. We had a lot of fun together, but I’ve never actually done that and I don’t like the idea of him going around talking about our sex life.”