Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He reached down between us and pinched my clit. “I know, baby. Come for me. Let it go.”
I screamed his name again as the world shattered around me. I felt his cock throb deep inside of me as he came with me. He eased my legs off his shoulders, letting them fall to the bed. I could feel his heart pounding against my cheek and the sweat on both of our bodies as he collapsed on top of me.
It was quiet while we both tried to catch our breath and regain some strength. When I was calm enough, I shoved him off me and began to get dressed, not sparing him another glance.
Sex didn’t mean anything—couldn’t mean anything. He may be an absolute god in bed, but he was still an asshole outside of it. We could fuck each other all day long, but we would never have any mutual understanding outside of sex.
Not to mention, he was a club rival. If I was ever caught sleeping with him, it could very well cost me my damn life—club princess or not.
When I came out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth, I saw Travis sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips. He looked up at me, but I turned away from him and walked out of the bedroom.
What happened between us was purely physical, and it would stay that way. I refused to let it lead to anything more. He was a heartless bastard, and I wanted nothing more than to leave this shit hole of a place he called home.
Travis and I were enemies—enemies with benefits.
That’s all we ever could be.
I was lazily watching the news later that evening when Luke made his entrance into the living room. “Have you been having fun with Travis?” he asked me, waggling his eyebrows.
I glared at him. “Don’t make me throw this remote at you,” I muttered.
He laughed and sat down, throwing my legs over his lap. Luke had been bothering me all day, pestering me, and getting on my everlasting nerve, claiming he could break my icy exterior. He thought I was some nice, sweet person up under my ‘mask.’
Ryan was surprised to see the two of us actually getting along. Apparently, Luke didn’t like many people, and he was quiet as hell.
I was beginning to doze off when my dad’s name came on the television. I immediately sat up, my tiredness now gone. It was never a good thing when any of our names came up on the news, especially since we weren’t exactly model citizens.
I turned the volume up, desperate for any news on why my dad hadn’t brought his ass here yet to get me. “Fifty-four-year-old, James Holland, was pronounced dead today.” I felt my face drain of blood. Tears immediately filled my eyes and slid down my cheeks. I clenched the remote in my hands, desperate for this to be a fucking joke. “He was reportedly speeding and weaving through traffic on his motorbike when he was side swiped by an eighteen-wheeler.”
A choked sob found its way out of my throat. I jumped off the couch and ran out of the room. I had to get air. I felt like I was going to pass out, felt like I was suffocating in this huge ass mansion with nowhere to go.
Dad couldn’t be dead. He was the best goddamn biker I’d ever known. He was always so careful. This wasn’t like him.
It didn’t make any fucking sense.
As soon as I got off the porch, I dropped to my knees and just screamed, pounding the dirt below me. Arms came around me and lifted me up. “It’s going to be alright,” Luke said as he sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I sobbed, wails tearing themselves from my throat. “Everything is going to be okay.”
I jumped up from his lap, knocking him aside. It was going to be okay?! This was all their stupid fucking fault! If they hadn’t kidnapped me, this shit wouldn’t have fucking happened!
I would have been home!
I ignored the door to the house opening as I glared down at Luke. “How can you fucking say that?!” I yelled at him. “I never even got to say goodbye to him, and it’s all your fucking fault! He was the only fucking family I had left! So, how are you going to sit down there and fucking tell me everything is going to be okay?! He’s fucking dead because of you!”
Somewhere in my brain, I knew I was placing the blame on the wrong people, but goddammit, if I’d been there, I could have stopped him from riding. I could have been his fucking voice of reason.
This wouldn’t have happened.
Luke stood up, holding his hands out in front of him as if he was trying to placate me. “Katie, calm down. It’s okay. It will get easier.”