Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Her full, glossy, pink-colored lips spread into a smile that makes my dick ache. Her eyes flutter closed, and even from this distance I can admire the way her long lashes fall delicately against her skin. I give her a smile and in return, she bites down on her lower lip. Her head moves ever so slightly, seeming to indicate the front door. I nod with one quick movement. She turns to Weasel, who is busy talking to Brick. He shrugs and goes to kiss her, but she pulls away before he can. She stares at me as she gets up and walks toward the door. She steps out and I stand up without realizing it.
“See something you like?” Shadow questions. I flip him off and he barks out a laugh that I ignore.
I don’t have time for him. I’m going to go enjoy myself. It’s something I don’t do. I haven’t had a woman since Millie. I didn’t want one, but I definitely want a taste of this woman. And I’m going to have her. I couldn’t care less about Weasel. He’s an idiot. He deserves to lose his shot for allowing her to walk outside without him.
For tonight, his loss is definitely my gain.
Chapter 3
Ghost
When I step outside, the prospects are standing by the door. They give me a nod as I pass. I walk out into the parking lot, searching for the raven-haired beauty that has caught my eye for way too long. I want a taste of her, and lucky for me, she seems to want the same thing.
My gaze moves over to the garage and that’s when I see her, illuminated by the neon sign over the garage bay area that shows the name of our business—Titans. Short and to the point, but that’s the name that covers the legitimate side of our businesses, and these days—with E-Z in charge—the club is mostly on the up and up. It only gets sketchy when we’re doing shit for DeLuca, Killian, and lately, the Levkin trio. It seems, after all the mess with the DeLuca Organization, we’ve developed a tight relationship with Ivan and his three brothers.
I stroll toward her. With each step, I feel my dick getting harder. It's been over a year since I've touched a woman. Fuck, I haven’t even been interested in one since Millie fucked me over. She might have thought she was doing everything for me, but it would have been better if she had just left. Lying to me and making me believe we wanted the same things—wanted a future with me—nearly destroyed me. Anything would have been better than to have her make me feel like I was some kind of charity case. Tension seems to ease in my body as I take in the way the woman in front of me is staring at me. She doesn’t see me as a pity fuck. Her hungry eyes are looking at me like she wants to eat me alive.
“Hi,” she whispers, making me smile.
“Hey,” I respond, and can’t hide my smirk. I don’t even try.
She moves her lips together, moistening them as she looks at me. I let my gaze rake over her tight jeans and soft jade colored T-shirt that clings to her, accentuating her curves. Christ, she’s stacked.
“Every time I’m here, you watch me.”
“I could say the same about you.”
“Do you see something you like?”
“I think you know the answer to that,” I respond. I hate that my voice comes out so gruff, but it doesn’t seem to bother her in the least. In fact, she seems to like it.
“Mm…” she hums. “I know that I like what I see.”
“You’re seeing Weasel.”
She shakes her head immediately. “I’m not.”
“Kitten, you come with him to almost every party.”
“Only to see you. If you’re not here, I don’t stay.”
“You’re using Weasel to see me?” I could almost laugh. Out of anything she could have said, this one seems the most absurd.
“Does that surprise you?” she asks. I search her face for an indication that she’s lying. I don’t find any, but then again, I never saw the signs that Millie was lying either.
“Kitten, if you want my dick, you just have to say so.”
“Kitten,” she murmurs. “That’s cute, but I’m more of a tiger,” she laughs. “I like to use my claws.”
“Are you going to try to sink them into me?”
“I never try anything. I just do it.”
I grin. She’s different from any woman I’ve met. Then again, I’ve always had a thing for the kind of woman who needed a man. I get the feeling this woman in front of me depends on no one but herself and I have to admit, right now I’m finding that sexy as hell.
“What’s your name?”
“Whatever you want to call me tonight,” she practically purrs.