Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Something softened in her eyes. “And what if I want to keep hunting? Not alone,” she added quickly, seeing my expression darken. “But what if I still need to do this?”
I considered her question, knowing my answer might send her running if I answered wrong. “I’ll never hold you back unless the risk is unacceptable. But you will do it with extensive planning, with me always in the background protecting you. And me. We do this together or not at all.”
“I can live with that.”
“And you ain’t lettin’ any of those bastards touch you. Never again. I absolutely will not bend on this.”
“I figured.” She leaned in and kissed me. I think both of us needed the physical contact. I hadn’t had anything other than stolen moments with any of the female guards or nurses on the inside. I’d only been with a couple club whores since I came home.
“I need to ask you something, Hannah.”
Her expression was guarded, like she sensed a trap but couldn’t see it. “What is it?”
“Have you been with a man other than the men you’ve hunted?”
She stiffened, but didn’t pull away. “Why do you want to know that?”
“Because I think you’re as starved for pleasurable physical stimulation as I am.”
I wasn’t sure she was going to answer me at first, but she surrendered the knowledge even if it was a little grudgingly. “No. There was never time. Besides, the sex I experienced wasn’t something I wanted to repeat willingly.”
“Why did you let me kiss you?”
Again, I didn’t think she’d answer. The pause was longer this time, and I thought she might be weighing her options. I already knew she couldn’t lie worth a damn so I was confident I could tell if she made something up.
Finally, she sighed, shaking her head. “Beats the hell outta me.” She laid her arm over my chest and rested her cheek just above my heart. “You were different. When you pulled Dillon off me in the club, you were so angry. But not at me. At Dillon, because he was hurting me.”
“Honey, angry don’t even cover it.”
“I know. I could tell in the raging bellow you let loose just before you beat the shit outta him.”
“Didn’t beat the shit outta him. If I had, I’d be in jail again. ’Cause I’d’ve killed the son of a bitch.”
She kissed my skin, and I felt her smile against me. “It’s not like you were gonna let him live anyway.”
“No, but I always prefer no witnesses. Easier to dodge a murder charge that way.”
That got a laugh from her. “Yeah. I guess it would.”
“So, we good?” I held her gaze, letting her make the decision. Slowly, she lay back down, draping her body over mine.
“We’re good,” she murmured, nestling against me. “But I have one more question.”
I tensed slightly, wondering what else she needed to know. “Shoot.”
“This room.” She gestured around the bare studio apartment. “What is this? You live here?”
I relaxed, running my fingers through her soft curls. “Just a place to crash. We all have one in the compound. Our own space.” I looked around at my room. It had everything a person could need, but it was sparse. “Ain’t had time to do more than get a bed and a couch. Thought we’d take one of the bigger apartments on the upper level in Gunnar’s warehouse or one like it. All the buildings have them, but no one uses them.” I snorted. “We always thought they were too comfortable, and we were manly men.”
“Then why make them in the first place? If you all stay in the smaller rooms.”
“That was Torpedo.” I scowled. “Bastard said all the warehouses were empty and the club had money to burn, so he made fancy schmancy apartments on the top of all of ’em. Said someday” -- I rolled my eyes -- “we’d find women we wanted to spoil. I said any woman who wanted to settle down with a fuckin’ biker needed to learn to live like a biker, to which he laughed in my face. Then Ambrosia, his woman, gave me ‘the look.’”
“Ah. I get it.”
“You do?” I narrowed my gaze at her. “What exactly do you get?”
She rolled over and stretched, her breasts on full display. Those beautifully puckered nipples pointed straight up, and I couldn’t help myself. I rolled over to take one ripe peak into my mouth and sucked. I groaned around her breast, my cock pulsing against her thigh.
“All the old ladies at Bones have ‘the look’ in their arsenal. They take us aside when we find the man they think we’re gonna end up with and teach us how to do ‘the look.’”
“The one that says ‘ain’t you adorable, little fucker?’”
She burst out laughing. “Yeah. That’s the very one.” She snuggled in closer, took a deep breath, then let it out in a contented sigh.