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)
Fuck, I can feel how hard I’m getting as I look down at her. This is the kind of woman I’d love to have tied to me. She’s a little young, but she’s at the club, so she’s obviously legal. Dragon is very careful and makes sure they card here at the club. They do it heavily and our guys can spot fakes a mile away. Still, this beauty can’t be much past twenty-one—if at all. That’s still too young for me, but the more I stare at her, I just don’t give a damn.
“Let’s get you off the ground, Peaches,” I murmur, my voice thick with hunger for her that I can’t deny. Hell, maybe it’s my imagination, but the air around us seems to crackle with energy. It’s as if invisible currents are pulling us together. I’ve never been a believer in fate, but suddenly, it feels like this woman is someone I’m fated to have in my life. The air feels heavy with promise the moment she reaches out and takes my hand with hers. I pull her up, but I don’t let go of her hand.
“Who the fuck are you?” the assclown behind me says. “Excuse me a minute, darlin’,” I tell the beauty, who is currently killing me slowly by licking her lips while watching me like she wants to eat me alive. That’s something I will definitely volunteer for once I get rid of the idiot that I force myself to turn around and face. I’d much rather keep my attention on the tempting woman than this guy.
“You need to leave. You won’t like what happens if you don’t.”
“Fuck off. This doesn’t concern you. This is between me and my woman.”
“Do you belong to this pecker-head?” I ask, looking back toward the woman in question.
“Fuck no. I don’t belong to any man,” she snaps with pride. Something about hearing her sweet mouth utter the word fuck wraps around my dick and makes him weep with hunger.
“We’ll negotiate that once I get rid of this clown, Peaches,” I respond with a smirk, letting my eyes rake over her body. There’s no way she could misunderstand what I’m saying, and I don’t want her to. I’ve never had a reaction to a woman like this in my life. I’m not letting her walk away.
Her eyes dilate with shock before her full lips spread into a smile. “I’ll be here waiting,” she answers.
“Kyla! Stop this shit. I know you’re pissed. I admit, I fucked up, but quit making shit worse.”
“That’s not my name. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that. Just leave.”
He starts to walk toward her—I can’t allow it. I flatten my hands out and shove them against his chest. “I don’t think so, asshole,” I growl.
“Back off, man.”
“Make me,” I laugh. I don’t really want to hit the man. I know how women can be. It might make her feel sorry for him and I’d lose my shot. I sigh when I see him change his stance. I know there’s nothing I can do. He completely telegraphs his punch. I throw my hand up, stopping his punch with little effort at all. I press my fingers down hard against his fist, enjoying the way he winces, even as he tries to hide it. “That was a mistake,” I growl, my voice low and deadly. It’s the same tone I use when I’m fighting in the name of the club. It’s one of the reasons Breaker told me that when I am given my patch, the club is going to name me Joker—because I never joke. Fuck, I rarely smile. I’ve smiled more tonight with this red head than I probably have in my whole life.
“Let go,” he huffs, trying to remain the tough guy.
“I’ll have to make sure you don’t try to punch me again. Can’t have my brothers hearing I went soft with you,” I mutter.
“Just shut up.”
I shake my head and then quickly turn our hands, using the force I have on his to twist and keep going until he howls in pain as a bone in his wrist pops. Then I shove him back hard so that he lands on his ass.
“Ow, fuck, man!”
“Um …”
I look beside me to find the reason for my hard dick standing right beside me. Here we go. Now, it’s time for her to give me shit and feel sorry for the worthless piece of shit that’s currently whining on the ground.
“Problem, Peaches?”
She looks up at me as my eyes lock with hers. For a minute, it’s like time stands still. It takes everything in me not to grab her, pull her into my body, and claim her right here and now.
“This is your fault, Kyla. Help me up and let’s get out of this place. All I want is just to hold you and put this horrible night behind us,” loser-boy whines. “I’ll have to get my damned wrist looked at. If it’s broken, I’m suing you and your damn club.”