Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“But last night?”
“Last night was an exception, Emmalyn. Kincaid wanted a few of us there last night to make sure you were comfortable. He wanted me there, so you knew you weren’t the only woman in a building full of bikers.” She gives me a weak smile.
“He slept in my room last night,” I admit.
“I know.”
“We didn’t… I mean I haven’t slept with him.” I peer out the window again and watch as a mom tries unsuccessfully to fold up an oversized stroller. “And now that I know he’s sleeping with all of those women in the club I’m glad I haven’t.” I turn my face back to her. “I mean he hasn’t… it’s not even something we’ve… shit.” I look back out and see the mom has finally managed to get the stroller monstrosity into the back of her too big SUV.
“He doesn’t,” she says absently.
“Huh?”
“In case you were wondering. From the way the guys talk, he doesn’t have sex with the club girls.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Tell that to someone naive enough to believe it.”
“I’m serious,” she says indignantly, offended I wouldn’t believe her. “The guys say he may get a blowjob from one of them every once in a while, but he doesn’t have sex with them. They all hang on him, sure. They’re hoping that they can finally entice him enough to get him in bed, but it’s never worked.” She pauses. “They want on the back of his bike.” She tilts her head in my direction.
I have no idea what that even means, but I don’t have the time or inclination to even worry about that right now.
“That’s surprising.” I leave it at that, not certain if I believe her or not. More likely than not Doc is protecting his President’s image. What biker wouldn’t want an image that says he can fuck anything that walks into his club?
“Bunny,” she says acidly. “That’s the skank that was hanging on him this morning. She’s the most aggressive club girl. She’s been around a year or so. He tolerates her at best.”
“He has great tolerance,” I spit as I think about her hand cupping his ass from inside his back pocket.
“Do you like him?” Her question is from out in left field.
“I don’t even know him,” I answer with a half-truth.
“He likes you,” she responds with sincerity. “I’ve never seen him as attentive over a woman as he was with you last night. The guys joke and say he’s the man who will end up single with no kids because he is so aloof when it comes to women.”
“Bunny seemed to know him really well. They seemed comfortable together.” I hate to even bring the woman up again, but Rose is trying to convince me that Diego is a good guy when his behavior this morning says differently.
“This morning was like a treat for her. She knew you were there; she was staking a claim that’s not even hers. Besides, Kincaid isn’t normally at the clubhouse first thing in the morning. Like I said, he has his own house, and he normally stays there during the week.”
“And he’s at the clubhouse because of me,” I say.
She smiles like her information is finally sinking into my thick head. “He’s there for you.”
“I’m still mad at him.”
“Best way to get back at him,” she says holding up the credit card she flashed earlier, “is to spend his money.” She laughs heartily. “Lots of it.”
I grin back at her and open my door.
“Which shop?” She asks meeting me at the front of the vehicle.
I think for a second. “All of them.”
Chapter 12
Kincaid
“Blade,” I breathe into the phone, irritated that he’s calling now. With Emmalyn at the clubhouse, this has to be the worst time for a mission.
“Kincaid. I’ve got an interesting one for you.” Blade served with us in the Marine’s. After his discharge, he went back to Kentucky where his wife and kids were, but he still coordinates all of the jobs we get called out on. Injuries from his last deployment keep him from riding a motorcycle. We told him he didn’t have to sit on a bike to be here with us, but we still couldn’t convince him to pack his shit and move to New Mexico.
“Now is not a good time, Blade.” I pinch the bridge of nose trying to stave off the headache I can feel creeping in.
I hear him chuckle on the other end of the line. “Yeah, Shadow told me about the girl.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Why is everyone so chatty about Em?” I’m walking slowly by this point. There’s no sense in keeping up a steady pace when I’m fixing to have to discuss business.
“Em, huh?”
“Emmalyn,” I say in frustration since I just revealed to him my level of comfort with her by using a nickname. “What do you have Blade?”