Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Keely flipped those motherfuckers off, too.
Seriously, go the goddamn speed limit.
Was it that hard of an ask?
By the time we made it back to my place, my heart was exhilarated and that familiar pang of need was once again coursing through my blood.
I hit the garage door opener I kept in my saddle bags, then waited impatiently while Keely’s hands roved over the length of my chest.
When they made their way underneath my shirt as I pulled inside and shut the bike off, I hit the garage door opener again to close it, then reached around and pulled my little backpack to the front.
She squealed with the move, then threw her head back and laughed as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
I reached down and pulled her helmet off her head, then felt another zap of anticipation course through me at the sight of her shaking her hair out.
“Here?” she asked, eyes twinkling.
“Now,” I confirmed.
Then I fucked her on my bike, using the power in my thighs to keep both the bike and us aloft.
It was probably the third hottest place we’d ever had sex, and I knew that I’d never look at my bike the same again.
When you thought something would be easy, peasy lemon squeezy. But it’s actually been stress depressy lemon zesty.
—Keely’s secret thoughts
KEELY
Well and truly used, and used well, I headed with Dima into his place.
The kittens met us at the door, and Dima bent down and picked up the first one that made its way over to us.
The next three literally clawed their way up his leg, and he looked at them like they were bugs.
I grinned and took out my phone, switching over to the camera and recording a video that I then sent to the family group chat—both with my brothers, and with Dima’s family.
Dima felt his phone buzz and reached into his pocket, despite his handful of kittens, and pulled it out.
He leveled me with a ‘really?’ look, then shoved it back into his pocket.
My phone buzzed in my hand, and I looked down to see that only Cutter had replied in our group chat, where Chevy and Copper had been super-fast as of late.
Not anymore…
“What’s with that look on your face?” Dima asked.
I sighed and started stripping out of my clothes.
“Long story short, Copper had a girl in high school that he loved. His best friend, though neither one of them made a move. Then he killed Dad, and Copper refused to talk to her or allow her visitation. She told him she’d wait for him until he was out. And honestly, I thought she had. Not that I’d really blame her if she didn’t, you know? But then today, we went to the hospital to go surprise Chevy for some brunch, and we both go jump on him in the breakroom where he’s sleeping, and there’s a woman sleeping in his bed.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Reign.”
“Fuck.” Dima looked startled. “And what happened after that?”
“Reign looked devastated. Chevy looked gutted. Copper left looking awfully blank.” I sighed and held my clothes in my hands, wondering what to do with them.
Dima took them, then immediately tossed them into the kitchen trash.
I giggled and walked through his house in my bra, heading for the shower.
He followed me, but didn’t get inside.
He waited outside the glass doors as I cleaned off, taking much longer than I’d intended thanks to the way his shower was so magical.
“So that’ll be fun,” Dima finally returned. “There was this one girl in high school that I really liked. Thought she was fuckin’ gorgeous and felt like maybe I could get her to go out with me, even though she was two years ahead of me in school. One day I head to her place to ask her out, and I see Shasha leaving her house, tucking his shirt in.”
“Aren’t you and Shasha like five years apart? Wasn’t she underage?” I asked, turning to face him.
“Yes.” He nodded. “But at the time, she was eighteen, and I was only sixteen.” He shook his head. “At the time, I’d been so fuckin’ mad. But then I’d realized that two years when you’re eighteen and twenty isn’t that big of a deal. But two years when you’re sixteen and eighteen is.” He laughed then. “Funny enough, it wasn’t even what it looked like. Shasha went there because the girl’s dad owed him money. Beat the shit out of the dad and had to make himself presentable afterward. Hence the tucking in the shirt. So for two years I was mad at him because he’d stolen the girl I liked, when in reality he’d just been beating up her dad.”
His eyes went warm as he watched me giggle.
“Teenage heartache at its finest,” she sobered then. “That’s not what this is, I don’t think.”