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)
She sticks her tongue out at me, making my lips twitch as I bite back my laughter. She slides off the bed and practically sprints over to my closet. Half-closing the door, she hides behind it. When she comes out, she’s wearing one of my gray thermal shirts. It falls just an inch or two above her knees. She rolls up the sleeves, studiously ignoring me. Once she gets that done, she goes to the small chest in the corner of the room.
“My room had a bathroom attached,” she complains.
“Sorry, I’m not biker royalty. You’ll have to rough it with me, Peaches.”
She takes out a pair of boxers and some pajama pants that are red and black checked. Who the fuck would wear something like that?
“I don’t wear boxers or pajama pants,” I growl.
“Whose are these, then?”
“No fucking clue. Whoever uses this room when I’m not in town, I guess.”
She brings the clothes to her nose and inhales. I frown, suddenly pissed off because she’s smelling some other man’s clothes. This woman is making me crazy. “Oh well, they’re clean.” She tosses the pajamas at me. They land down at my feet. “Put them on.”
“Not happening. First of all, I’m in too much pain. Second, I ain’t wearing anything that looks like it should be on that TV show with the girls running across a field.”
Her forehead curls up as she thinks about what I just said. She shakes her head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Some damn show that looks like it was set in the eighteen hundreds. The father would wear those kinds of pants.”
“Eighteen hundreds?” she blinks.
“Yeah, he called his daughter half-wit or something.”
“Are you talking about Little House on the Prairie?”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” I answer with a shrug. “Now, what are you doing?”
“I’m going to put these on.”
“You are not wearing another man’s boxers, Skylar.”
“Joker! I am.”
“You’re supposed to call me, Torin. You’re the only one that’s supposed to call me that,” I argue.
“I’m calling you Joker,” she grumbles as she bends down to step into those damn boxers.
“You’re testing me, Peaches.”
“Ask me if I care?” she snaps, rolling her damn eyes at me.
She continues to put on the fucking things. I don’t know how she manages it, but she gets them on without letting me see a thing—which is damn disappointing. “Skylar,” I snarl. “Take those fucking things off. I don’t want something that has been against another man’s cock touching your pussy.”
“It’s not like I pulled them out of a man’s hamper and put them on while they were dirty. They’re freshly laundered and smell like those Downy Unstoppable thingies.”
“Unstoppable thingies?”
“Yeah, they’re scent boosters you add to your laundry to make your clothes smell good. My favorite is the Tide one. The cap is orange. I’m addicted to the way they smell.”
“I never realized how weird you are,” I murmur.
“And I never knew how big of an asshole you are,” she snarks. “So, I guess we’re even.”
“You need to take those off. I’ve warned you I’m a jealous man. You’re pushing me too far.”
“I’m not getting in a bed with you without being completely covered. It’s just not happening. So, you’re going to have to suck it up. Besides, I would have thought after a sample of what I can do to you, you’d insist that I stay far away from you.”
“Actually, I’m fucking proud that my old lady can defend herself so well. My world isn’t exactly as safe and boring as that Prairie show. It means you can take care of yourself, and I happen to really like that.”
“You and I will never work, Joker.”
“Torin,” I correct. “And it will. At least it will if you quit trying to turn me into a damn eunuch.”
“Oh well, if that’s all it takes to get you to leave me alone, baby cakes, get ready for round two.”
“Try it, if you’re ready for payback.”
“Payback?” she squeaks.
“Oh, yeah,” I hum. “I can think of hours and hours of fun I can have using your body to heal every wound you’ve inflicted on mine.”
“You’re insane.”
“Don’t worry, Skylar. I’ll make you enjoy it all—at least after some initial pain. I’m pretty sure you’ll even enjoy that part, though.”
“I’m really worried about your sanity, Torin.”
I grin because I don’t think she realizes she slipped up on calling me Joker. The woman has no idea who she’s trying to tangle with. I’m going to have fun making sure she realizes it. Although, by then, it will be much too late. She’ll already be tied to me.
“Quit trying to piss me off, woman. Come get in bed and let’s crash. We have a lot of shit to figure out, and I need to call your dad and let him know you’re safe.”
“I’ll get in bed on one condition,” she qualifies.