Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Dear God.
Donnie was in shock as he stared into the biggest green and gold eyes he'd ever seen. Hazel. They were hazel. How had he not noticed that?
And he finally had his answer about her body.
Phen-fucking-nominal.
He grinned at the girl lying sprawled on top of him. Her big, luscious breasts were crushed against his chest. Her waist was tiny under his hands and… he let them slide down a bit to feel her rounded hips and bottom.
Accidentally of course.
Jesus, the woman was stacked.
"You alright, sweetheart?"
She made a little sound of outrage and pushed against his chest.
"Let me up, you- you- Neanderthal!”
He grinned and squeezed her waist.
"What's your rush?"
She frowned at him and wiggled out of his grasp. Damn, he really hadn't wanted to let her go. She brushed herself off and stared down at him, looking annoyed.
"Can you help me up?"
He held up his hand and made his best puppy dog eyes at her. She looked at his hand distrustfully before grabbing it to hoist him up. Damn, she was a suspicious little thing!
He made sure to overshoot so he could get close to her again, landing on his feet with his chest pressing against her body. He slid his arms around her waist to stabilize himself and smiled down at her. She gasped and jumped backwards. He raised his eyebrows at her with an unspoken invitation.
If it wasn't obvious enough the first time.
Usually, that's all it took for Donnie to get a girl on her back. Of course the girls he messed around with were mostly bike groupies who showed up at the club night after night, not shy little waitresses.
He'd also never done it in a storage room. There was plenty of space though. Especially if he bent her over… He was already hard at the thought of it.
Or not.
Sally did not look like she was picking up what he was putting down come to think of it.
In fact, the girl looked even angrier. She was obviously not used to male attention. That's all it was. Once she got over the shock that Donnie wanted her, she'd come around.
God, he hoped so.
"You guys okay?"
Kaylie stood at the door to the storage room, surveying the mess. He glanced over at Sally. She looked ready to jump out of her skin.
"I fell and-"
"I caught her."
Sally yanked her apron off and crumpled it into a ball.
"I'll clean this up in the morning Kaylie. Do you mind closing up? I just- I have to go- sorry."
Donnie got goosebumps just listening to her talk. Her voice was beautiful, melodious, even just yammering about closing up. He grinned at her dopily. Then she shot him a furious glance and pushed out of the stockroom. They heard the little bell over the front door jingle.
"Jeez, what happened Donnie?"
He smiled at Kaylie.
"Nothing. She just slipped. Here, I'll fix this mess."
He didn't know why, but he didn't like the thought of Sally having to do this all by herself.
"Okay Donnie. That's nice of you to do."
She turned to go but he stopped her.
"Hey Kaylie, why don't you invite your friend to the barbecue on Saturday."
"Who, Sally?"
He smiled and nodded.
"Tell her to wear something cute."
"Are you sure Donnie? She seems kind of quiet for you."
"What, don't you like her?"
Kaylie gave him a look that would have cut glass.
"I like her a lot Donnie. I just don't want you messing with her head. She's not really your type anyway."
He just laughed.
"Maybe my type has changed."
Chapter 2
Sally
Why am I doing this again?
Sally stared at herself in the mirror. She sighed, pulling her button down shirt forward to cover her breasts. Not that they were easy to hide. She'd blossomed at twelve and they had just kept coming.
She tried yanking the top up underneath it. If she left the button down open over her pretty pink camisole, you couldn't see how big she was up top from the sides. Or how tiny her waist was.
She had the sort of figure that attracted attention a little too easily. Attention she didn’t want. Unfortunately, she didn't have a potato sack laying around.
It would have to do.
When Kaylie had invited her to the barbecue, she'd specifically mentioned leaving her cardigan at home. She'd smiled to show she was joking but Sally knew it held a kernel of truth.
She was unnaturally attached to her grandfather's old sweater. Maybe it was time to retire the ratty old thing. It made her feel safe though.
Hidden.
She stood up straight. No more. She'd been here for a few months now. It was plenty of time to learn how to protect herself. She’s worked her butt off at her self-defense classes.
No one could find her here. This town was her home now. It would be okay to go out and socialize a little bit.
It would.
Besides he would be there.
Donnie. The Devil’s Rider with the sparkling blue eyes and ready smile.