Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
When they were done with the bowl, she settled back down onto her side, using his lap as a pillow again. He stroked her hair until her eyelids got heavy and finally closed. He didn’t stop until she went totally limp and her breathing became deep and heavy.
Just listening to her made the sleep pull at him, too. They’d spent half the night fucking and making each other come in a variety of really fucking fun ways. Because of that, he could use a few hours of solid sleep, too.
But it could wait. He’d head back down to Media, then come straight back. To fuck with checking in on his father today. If the fucker died before tomorrow morning, then so fucking be it. Reilly came first and with his asshole sire’s death, at least that part of his life would be over with, too.
Two doors closing. For him, on his youth and for her, her time living near Philly and her past with Billy Warren. Once those doors slammed shut, neither had to step through them ever again. The past would remain the past and they’d have nothing but the future to look forward to.
They just wouldn’t have a future with each other.
He lightly traced the thin scar that ran along her right temple by her eye and barely missed her cheek. Her face she saw as flawed wasn’t, to him the now soft and relaxed face framed by blonde hair was flawless. Perfect, even.
She’d find someone else. Someone not tied to the club, and he’d…
Continue doing what he’d already been doing.
Fucking randoms.
Fucking sweet butts.
And waking up alone every morning.
The last two mornings were the only times he’d woken up with someone else in his bed. Not counting the morning his mother dragged him out of Sarah’s bed by his hair.
He grabbed the motel-branded notepad and pen from the drawer and scribbled out a note, telling her he’d be back ASAP. He left a full pipe on the nightstand, along with a spare lighter from his backpack on top of the note.
He quietly tugged on his boots and headed out the door.
He wanted to get this shit done as quickly as he could and get back to her. Preferably before she woke up and found him gone.
Rev steered his Bronco into the parking spot in front of their room. He was fucking exhausted and really wanted to just eat, then sleep. But Reilly was in his bed again tonight, so he wasn’t sure if that would happen. He might have to just dig deep if she was in the mood to do a repeat of last night.
He hoped she was. He didn’t want to miss out on even one night of getting naked with her, but, more importantly, it would mean she was out of her funk.
No light could be seen through the narrow gap in the wide vertical blinds, but he could see flashes, which meant the TV was still on.
He opened the driver’s door, turned sideways in his seat and took a last couple puffs on his hand-rolled before flicking the remainder of the cigarette out into the dark parking lot. He blew the smoke up toward the night sky and stepped out, glancing back at his now packed Bronco.
He’d stuffed his truck to the point where he could no longer see out over the boxes in the back seat and would have to use his side mirrors to see behind him when he drove. He’d taken whatever he thought she could use or anything that he guessed might mean something to her and sorted out the rest.
He was fucking shocked at just how many items he found with blood splatter on them. Her apartment had to have looked like a murder scene by the time she was hauled away by the EMTs.
Thank fuck it ended up only being an “attempt” instead of an actual successful murder.
If he knew where her old apartment complex was located, he’d head over there, knock on her neighbors’ doors and thank them for stepping in when they could have easily ignored it like a lot of people would.
Thank fuck good people did exist in the world. It gave him some hope.
His life had begun to look up when he landed the job at Dutch’s Garage, then got to prospect for the newly resurrected Blood Fury MC. Manning Grove, the fucking snow and frigid temps in winter aside, was a great town. Great for him and even better for Saylor.
This shit with Reilly, though…
Yeah, it would only be a temporary thing.
Would it have to be? Would he want something more? Could he feel out Deacon and Reese about it? See what their reaction would be?
Or would that cause a bunch of suspicion and him getting fucked up the ass and not in a good way?