Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Me:
Didn’t need your actual phone, gorgeous. I hacked into it.
I waited while three dots appeared and disappeared a few times before a text bubble popped up.
Alice:
I know I should be angry that you invaded my privacy and should probably run far away from you.
Again, I waited, pretty sure that there was a “but” coming.
Alice:
But I’m really glad you called. Or texted, I guess.
She was ridiculously cute. Probably too fucking sweet and innocent for me, but I was gonna claim her anyway.
Before I could respond, another message came through.
Alice:
Although, I’ve been informed that you should be in my contacts as Deviant.
Me:
I’m Grady to you, gorgeous.
An idea struck me, and I quickly typed something and hit send.
Me:
Since you’re new in town, thought maybe I’d show you around.
Or show her off since my aim was really to make it clear to all of Old Bridge that Alice was off-limits.
Alice:
I’d like that.
Me:
I’ll pick you up at ten tomorrow. Wear jeans and sneakers or boots.
We were definitely riding my bike. It was the quickest way to spread the word that Alice belonged to me.
Me:
Get some sleep, gorgeous. I’ll see you in the morning.
Alice:
Okay. Good night.
Me:
Night.
I was about to set my phone down on the nightstand beside my bed when it chirped again. It was Alice.
Alice:
Why do they call you Deviant?
Me:
I imagine you’ll figure it out soon enough.
Again, I moved to put down my phone, then decided to send one last thing.
Me:
You should know one thing, Alice.
Me:
If you ran, there is nowhere far enough away that I wouldn’t find you.
I wasn’t sure what kind of reception I would get when Alice opened her door. I took that as a good sign that she hadn’t texted or called to cancel.
Besides, what I’d told her had been the truth. I wasn’t going to let her go. However, I was going to try to slow down for our date and sweet-talk her until she couldn’t think about anything or anyone but me.
She lived in a little bungalow near the edge of town. A frown creased my face when I looked around and saw how isolated it was. Probably not for the average person. But my sweet, innocent Alice needed more protection. I’d need to get her the fuck outta here fast. The good news was that the club owned most of the houses on this street, including Alice’s. Which meant she couldn’t use the excuse of breaking a lease to get out of moving in with me.
One thing at a time.
I knocked on her front door and waited, readying myself for a fight, just in case she’d worked herself up over my warning last night.
When the door swung open a few seconds later, I was about to chastise her for not checking to see who was there before answering, but I was struck dumb by the sexy as fuck woman in front of me. Alice looked as though she’d just walked out of an ad for skintight jeans. They molded to her small waist and curvy hips, and I had no doubt that her ass looked fan-damn-tastic.
She wore a pink top with spaghetti straps, showing off her elegant neck and collarbones. As well as a peek of her cleavage. Her tits were epic, and my hands itched to hold them.
The shirt was loose under her breasts and fell to just below her waist. Thankfully, it was long enough that it wouldn’t show skin when she moved, or I’d have marched her into her bedroom and demanded she change. I was already on edge thinking about all the men who would be lusting over my woman with just that tempting bit of cleavage showing.
“Hi,” she said softly, her cheeks blooming with pink. “Um, I’m almost ready. I just need to put on my shoes and grab my jacket.”
She turned away, and my hand shot out. I curled a finger through one of her belt loops to yank her back, spinning her around. Then I walked her inside and backed her up to the nearest wall. Placing a hand flat on the wall on both sides of her head, I dipped my face down until our lips were barely an inch apart.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” I said gruffly. My voice was gritty from the effort it was taking to keep in control.
I hadn’t been with a woman in…I couldn’t even remember. But I knew I’d never felt like this. The impact Alice had on me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“Good morning,” she squeaked, her blush darkening when my hips pressed against her, and she felt the large ridge in my pants.
My eyes dropped to her berry-colored, bee-stung lips, and I groaned before covering her mouth with mine. A little gasp escaped her, and I seized the opportunity to swipe my tongue into her mouth.
Fuck. She tasted even better than she smelled. My hands moved to cup her face, and I tilted her head to give me better access.