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)
“That’s not going happen,” Kid says almost like he could hear my thoughts. “Kincaid wants me here, so I’m staying.”
“You ready to go, Wrench?” I ask making my presence known.
“Why am I even going, Prez? There’s nothing for me to do on these things.” He rubs his already dirty sleeve under his nose.
“You get to haul gear,” I reply to his already pissed off face. I drop my bag at his feet and walk away.
I smile at the string of profanities he releases as I make my way to the kitchen, hoping Rose is still here. Just as I’d hoped, she’s at the counter putting up leftover food.
“You make nice with Emmalyn?” I bark out a laugh. She’s only eleven years older than I am but she’s somehow turned into the house mother for all of us unruly bikers.
“I think so.” I pick the heavy glass dish of leftovers off of the counter for her and carry it to the fridge. She walks with me and pulls the door open for me.
“What the hell do you mean ‘I think so?’ Either you did, or you didn't.”
“She didn’t yell at me or hit me with anything when I talked to her last.” I shrug and grab a bottle of water from the fridge before I close the door.
“She’s been through too much shit to be toyed with,” she says as a warning.
I lean against the counter. “Did she say something? Tell you about her life?”
Now I’m the gossiping biker. It seems Emmalyn brings it out in all of us.
“No, Kincaid. She didn’t say anything. You can see it in her eyes, in the bruising on her face.” She walks up and lays a hand on my forearm. “Emmalyn needs to be nurtured not used. If you have anything other than good intentions for that girl you need to cut her loose. She deserves to be treasured; she needs to be protected.”
“I knew that the second I laid eyes on her, Rose,” I say with sincerity.
She gives me a small smile and stands up on her toes to kiss me on the cheek.
“You better get your lips off of my President,” Doc bellows as he walks into the kitchen.
Rose winks at me and turns to her husband who grabs her by the waist and playfully pulls her to his chest. “Did you lay down the law about that girl, baby?” He kisses her forehead.
“She was loud and clear, Doc.” I walk past him and slap him on the back. I stop before leaving the room. “Do you guys think you could…?”
Doc interrupts me before I can finish my sentence. “Our suitcases are already in the room, Prez. We’re here until you’re back.” I nod and leave the kitchen. I couldn’t imagine my life without each and every one of these people in it.
I head back down the hall, realizing I forgot the keys to the SUV on the dresser and stop cold when I see Emmalyn coming out of her room. She’s put on a pair of blue jeans and a sweater which she’s clutching to her chest protectively.
“Leaving me already?” I say jokingly, but the words sting just a bit.
She gasps at my voice since her back was to me as she pulled the door closed. A smile spreads across her face.
“I was going to get something to drink before bed.” We each step forward, closing the distance between us. “I thought you’d left already.”
I turn my body to let her go past but step into her before she can slide past me, pressing her gently against the wall. The resistance I managed in her room earlier is nowhere to be found in this dark hallway.
I lean both forearms beside her head enclosing her in an embrace that doesn’t even have our bodies touching.
“Diego,” she pants close enough that I can once again feel her breath on my face.
“Am I scaring you?” She shakes her head no. “Can I kiss you?”
She licks her lips, which I take as an invitation. I press my lips against hers with more restraint than I actually feel, and she whimpers at the initial contact. I pull back and look into her eyes; happy to find them closed and her head tilted up slightly, seeking mine.
I lean in again and sweep my tongue over her lips, enticing them to part for me; they do. The first sweep of her tongue on mine pulls a moan from the back of my throat, and I feel her grip my leather vest and pull me against her body. Not one to deny her, I push myself into her harder, fully aware she can feel my hardened length against her stomach.
“Em,” I gasp against her lips doing my best not to grind my erection into her. I seal my mouth back over hers, moving my hands from the wall on either side of her head to grip her chin on each side. I use my grip to tilt her head to the perfect angle for my invasion.