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 sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Katie, I didn’t mean it like that, and you know it. Don’t start putting words in my mouth.”
I was fucking putting words in his mouth? What in the hell else was I supposed to think when he spouted some bullshit like that? He never fucking spent time with anymore! He didn’t come into the room until late at night, and I didn’t see him when I woke up in the mornings. They ate all of their fucking meals in the damn office instead of coming to eat with the rest of us. I bet if I were to go fucking fight Leanne right now, he still wouldn’t stop planning long enough to bitch at me about it!
“I’m putting words in your mouth?!” I screamed, finally losing my hold on my temper. I’d been boiling for days, and I was finally getting to release all of that pent-up anger. “I am your girlfriend, Travis! Let’s not forget that I’m fucking pregnant with your baby! I’m so damn emotional right now that it’s not even fucking funny! All you’ve been doing since my dad got here is fucking planning, planning, and more fucking planning! I just want you to spend some fucking time with me!”
“Well, how in the hell am I supposed to read your fucking mind?!” he hollered back. I clenched my jaw so I wouldn’t cry. “Damn it, Katie, I don’t know what you fucking want unless you tell me!”
I had to tell him that I wanted to spend time with him? So, did that mean he didn’t want to spend time with me? Was this really what our relationship was going to be like now that he had gotten involved with bikers again? If so, I didn’t want shit to do with it. I wouldn’t be with a man that didn’t want me.
“I shouldn’t have to fucking tell you that I want to spend time with you! You should want to spend time with me! Damn it, right now, I’d be happy with fucking five minutes of your day!”
Instead, I was now getting five minutes per week.
He threw his hands up in the air. “Damn it, I don’t have time for this.”
He walked to the door, and I screamed in frustration, slinging everything off of his nightstand. I threw his nightstand to the floor and felt his arms come around me to lift me from the floor. I broke down and started crying. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt like he didn’t want to be with me anymore; I didn’t even feel cared for. It seemed like this stupid biker life was already changing him, and I didn’t like it one bit.
He sat on the floor and held me tightly. “Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispered into my hair. “Please stop crying. I hate seeing you cry.”
I clutched his shirt in my hands. I felt so heartbroken. I didn’t want to lose him, and I felt like he was slipping through my fingers. “Why is our relationship becoming like this?” I sobbed. “I feel like I’m losing you.”
He tenderly pressed his lips to the top of my head. “You’re not going to lose me, baby; I promise. I’ll make more time for you. I shouldn’t have buried myself in planning like I did. Hell, we don’t even have enough information for us to plan everything all the way. They shut Gregory up. He’s dead,” he stated bluntly.
“Can we just spend time together today?” I asked softly. “Just the two of us?”
“Of course, we can, baby. We can do whatever you want, okay?” He leaned down and kissed me softly, washing my worries away.
We were lying in bed, naked. We hadn’t done anything; well, I hadn’t. Travis couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of me, even if he was just rubbing my ass, which was soothing as fuck.
“You know, we can always have sex,” I murmured, looking up at him. “I sure as hell wouldn’t complain.”
He kissed me, sliding a hand down my body until he could push a finger inside of me. I moaned, spreading my legs farther apart for him. He slid his finger in and out of me slowly, making me frustrated. “Travis, please,” I whispered. “You know I hate it when you take things slow.”
He groaned. “You always drive me over the edge when you beg me,” he growled in my ear. “Do you want me to tie you up?”
I snapped my eyes open, and a slow smile spread across my face. I couldn’t believe he was actually asking me this. “You’re willing to do that with me again?”
He kissed me, biting my bottom lip gently. “Of course, I am, baby. I think last time we tried showed that I’m able to remain in control.”