Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
It had been a long ass time since I had been jumped, but it was not the kind of thing a man forgot. Mostly because it hurt like a motherfucker.
It was not something you chose to put yourself through just for a piece of tail.
No matter how hot and weird and interesting that tail was.
"Waiting on a particular shade of green?" I asked, making her jerk her head back out the windshield and lay on the gas, just barely making it across the line as the light turned back to red.
"Were you gonna finish that thought?" I asked when she stayed what seemed to be uncharacteristically silent as we drove down the highway.
"What thought?"
"The one that started with So, Suga."
"I forgot," she lied. And she wasn't all that great at it either. Her voice hitched slightly. Though maybe I just picked up on it because I was used to people trying to bullshit me.
"Liar," I called her on it, watching as she shot me a seething look, knowing she was caught, but not having one of her smartass remarks to throw at me.
"You're a new Henchmen, aren't you? Since that massacre at the clubhouse."
"Yeah."
"What did you do before this gig?"
"I was a biker."
"Well, duh," she said, rolling her eyes. "But I mean what did you do?"
Figuring there was no reason to hide the truth, I shrugged. "Enforcing."
"Enforcing like Shane?"
"Enforcing like the whole MC worked as hired muscle to whoever paid the fee."
"That's why your hands are so messed up," she mused, though how she had even gotten a look at the crisscross of scars in the dark was beyond me.
"Yep."
"What happened to your lip?" she went on, clearly not being the kind of person who cared about boundaries.
"Busted beer bottle in a bar fight."
"Come on!" she said, looking over with a goofy I don't believe it grin.
And for some reason, my lips curled up a bit too. "True story. I told a chick that if she was tired of Limp Dick Rick with a drinking problem and wandering eye, she could call me up."
"You didn't say that."
"Fuckin' damn straight I did. She was too fine to be locked down by some slimy shit like that."
"Did she call you?"
"Only got halfway through my number when the guy came back from the john and realized what was going down."
"Scars are cool," she said oddly, though most women did dig them. "They always have a story behind them, y'know? Like ink. They're there for a reason."
That was maybe a little deep for almost three in the morning with a complete stranger. But I guess with a woman as unconventional as this one, you couldn't expect the norm from her.
"There it is. Your coyote friend is still up in his glass room."
"Coyote friend?" I asked, lips twitching.
"Yeah. I've seen him around town here and there. There is something almost... feral about him. In the way he moves. In his eyes that seem to see it all. It's very wild animal-like. And since he is always up there at night, I went with coyote. Besides, you already have a Wolf. They're not going to open the gate," she mused when she pulled up to them, eyeing up two of Lo's guys who were still on loan until things cooled down with V.
"Nah. Not until you pull away anyway."
"How do all the clubwhores get in then?" she asked, looking over at me while the car idled.
"They walk up, don't pull up. And are willing to get frisked," I added, though that was complete bullshit.
She nodded at that as I reached to push open my door.
I didn't get to get out, though.
Nope.
Because a second later, the front of the neck of my shirt was grabbed in her small, but surprisingly strong, hand, and yanked until I was leaning over her center console, and her fucking lips were sealing over mine.
Up close, I could smell her perfume or lotion, all soft and sweet, something that didn't seem to suit this hellion who was bruising her lips into mine until a growl escaped me as I reached around to grab the back of her neck.
As soon as the contact pressed down, though, her hand was no longer curling into my shirt, but flattening onto my chest, and shoving me away hard.
More thrown off than a woman had maybe ever been able to get me, I stared at her for a long second as she took a deep breath that made her tits swell slightly over the low bodice of her dress, making me have a sudden urge to reach over, drag the material down, and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. Right there in front of Lo's guys. I didn't give a fuck. I just wanted more.
"Well, it was interesting rescuing you, Suga. Stay fly," she said, putting the car into reverse and already starting to press her foot on the gas.