Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Ow, fuck! You fucking bitch.” Blood poured from his nose down his chin. He swiped at it with the back of his hand.
“Yeah, girl!” Jinx yelled. “Damn good hit.”
A rush of adrenaline surged through her. It was a high that made her feel strong, powerful, and sexy. Now, she was the one wearing a smug grin as she slowly walked backward until she bumped into a rigid body.
Lock. His intoxicating scent soothed and ignited her at once. “Maybe you’re right,” she said, her voice taking on a seductive lilt. “Maybe I should be thanking you.”
A hard bulge pressed into the small of her back, ramping her up even more. Lock wrapped an arm around her waist, splaying his hand across her bare midriff. She shivered as his calluses brushed her sensitive skin. It was a claiming move, so possessive and sexy that her pussy clenched and her panties dampened. His pinkie flirted with the waistband of her skirt.
Brenna bit her lip to stave off a lusty moan.
She’d never know what came over her, what alien force made her act so out of character, but she lifted her right arm and wound it around the back of Lock’s neck while staring straight at Oliver. Then she winked and pushed up on her toes to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of Lock’s throat.
His entire body tensed, and the erection at her back twitched. He stared down at her with a molten gaze, bringing their lips a fraction of an inch apart. Nothing in the world could have prevented her from yanking his mouth down to hers.
She parted her mouth and allowed him in the second their lips met. If Lock was surprised by the bold move, he didn’t show it. He invaded her mouth with his tongue, making her toes curl against her strappy high heels. The intoxicating taste of him immediately went to her head. She floated on a cloud of delicious sensation, letting him lead the blazing-hot kiss. The hand on her stomach held her firmly in place, allowing him to grind his erection into her back, which he did.
Brenna whimpered into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound as he greedily devoured her.
Whoops and hollers from the men went unheard, and the reason for kissing him in the first place—straight-up screwing with Oliver—was all but forgotten. Brenna lost herself in the feel of Lock’s soft lips against her mouth, his hot and skillful tongue moving against hers, and his hard body making her so needy she wanted him to ravish her right there.
No wonder this place had a reputation for drawing in women by the dozens. Thirsty women would be lined up for miles if the men were half as potent as Lock.
Brenna lost track of time and place until Lock nipped her lower lip. The tiny sting made her moan but also brought her back to the present, where she stood in a room full of bikers and her ex making out with a man she barely knew.
Shit.
She drew back and met Lock’s lust-drunk gaze. He looked like she felt—dazed, hungry, and ready for more. Somehow, she dug deep and stayed in character, turning to face Oliver. The utter shock written across his slack-jawed face was enough to propel her forward and slake her need for revenge. Whatever Spec had planned, he could finish without her.
“See you at home,” she said to Lock, who released her, but not without letting his hand slowly drag across her stomach. She suppressed tremors and faced Oliver. “Well, I got what I came for. Enjoy the rest of your day, boys.”
With that parting shot, she sashayed her way toward the exit.
With each click of her heels, her façade crumbled a little more. The pain returned to her hand in a rush of throbbing knuckles and aching bones. The gaze of every eye in the place followed her, and she felt them like hot pokers jabbing her back. With great effort, she kept her spine straight and head held high. Hopefully, no one noticed her steps quicken to a near run as she got closer to the door. Or how she yanked it open with too much force.
The second she stepped out into the steamy early morning light, she deflated. She folded in half, bracing her hands on her knees as she gulped in warm air. Her head swam, and her legs quaked.
What the hell had just happened?
CHAPTER TEN
LOCK WATCHED BRENNA walk out with a spike in his pants and fire in his veins. What had happened in the last five minutes made up the hottest moment of his life. Brenna had managed to deliver a fuck-you to Oliver and an I-want-to-fuck-you to him at the same time. And he was more than up to the task.
Literally.
He turned back to Oliver, who looked like he’d sucked a rotten lemon. “Damn, Ollie. Gotta thank you for sending that one my way.” With a wink, he made a show of adjusting his hard dick. Not that he’d find an ounce of relief until he was buried somewhere, anywhere in Brenna.