Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Damn, Joker, you need to snap out of it. She’s just a kid—” he stops talking to let out a whistle. “Holy fucking hell.”
“What?” I ask, forcing myself to look up at him.
“Forget everything I just said. That chick is anything but a kid.”
I follow his gaze and see Skylar and her sister Thea following the hostess and walking this way. Jesus Christ. She was fucking spectacular the night I met her, but tonight she’s breathtaking. Her red hair is still cut to her shoulders, and she’s straightened out her normally loose waves and curls. The effect is so fucking tempting that my fingers are literally itching to bury themselves in her soft tresses. She’s wearing a dress that hugs her body like a second skin. It’s a cream color that’s so close to the color of her actual skin that at first glance it makes you think she could be naked. The dress is damned tight too. It looks like she was poured into it. I doubt Skylar’s wearing anything underneath, either. The thought of her being bare is enough to take me to my knees. Somehow—and I don’t know how—I remain standing. As she walks this way, every man in here is staring at her. I have to fight the urge to grab her, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her out of here—away from any other man’s eyes. Christ, if she was mine, I’d chain her to my bed and not allow another man to look at her body ever again.
I see the exact moment she finds me. I can tell what she’s thinking just by looking at her face and the slight blush that rises on her cheeks. She wants me. She has always wanted me. I’m the same when it comes to her. That one kiss we shared a year ago still haunts me. It should never have happened. If I had known her age, it wouldn’t have. Fuck, if I’d known who her father was I would have run in the other direction—before I got a taste of her. But I didn’t. I did taste her lips and now I can’t forget it. My body won’t let me. Even now, surrounded by my brothers and Skylar’s entire family, I can feel my dick stand up at attention. The fact that her father, our club Enforcer, is here should be enough to make me turn around and leave. I don’t. I just keep looking at the woman who haunts me.
This is an impossible situation. If Skylar knew what I truly wanted from her, she’d take off running. Hell, maybe I should let her know. That might be the one way to scare her away permanently—before I take what I want and get myself killed.
“Here comes trouble. Make a break for it now and I’ll take one for the team. I could use some good eye candy,” Killer croons.
“If you want me to cut out your eyes, go ahead,” I growl under my breath at the cocky bastard.
“You’re awful touchy for a man who swore he’d never touch the woman currently begging him to fuck her.”
“She’s not doing that. Knock it off, Killer.”
“She is with her eyes,” he argues, and fuck me, he’s not wrong.
“Hi Killer,” she says first when she gets close.
“Hey, Little Red. Happy Birthday.”
I grunt at the nickname the club has dubbed Skylar. I don’t like it at all.
“Thanks,” she answers before her gaze moves to me. Her beautiful eyes are stormy and dark as they look at me. I could always lose myself in them. They hold secrets, and I can’t help but feel that every last one she hides belongs to me. “Hi, T—.” She pauses and for a second I see the pain in her eyes. I know that I’m the one that caused that pain—it kills me. “Hello, Joker.”
I nod. It’s fucked up, but I don’t talk to her. She probably thinks I’m doing it because I’m being a bastard. The truth is, I’m not sure I can talk to her. If I tried, all the words I have managed to hold in the past year would slip out.
“Hey guys. You seen Dad?” Thea adds and I force my eyes away from Skylar to look at her sister. She’s almost as pretty as Skylar, although she takes more after her dad. The girls have a few similar features on their face, but mostly, you wouldn’t even know they’re related.
“He’s over there by the entrance to the kitchen talking to Dragon.”
“Thanks, Joker,” she says with a smile. “You coming, Skylar?”
“I want to talk to Mom before dinner.” Thea looks back at her sister and then at me before leaving.
“I got to go see a man about a horse,” Killer mutters, walking off and leaving me with the one woman I shouldn’t be anywhere near.