Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I pulled into the parking lot of an out of the way steak house we'd been to before, the food was spectacular for a place in the middle of nowhere. They must have great word of mouth too though because the place was always packed.
I looked over my shoulder at her overexcited face. "Can you get down or do you need me to lift you off?"
She sighed and laid her head against my back. "Just one more minute and I can do it myself." I gave her her minute while the rest of my crew walked by us with their smart ass comments.
"Your girl's green boss, gotta toughen her up." That was followed by,
"Come on champ shake a leg." She just groaned and held onto me tighter.
"My legs hurt." She whined which for some reason I found adorably cute.
Jared took his life in his hands by offering to take her off the back of my bike.
"Get the fuck outta here Storm."
"Geez Lyon, take it easy will ya, just trying to help."
"Yeah, your help might get your ass kicked."
"Colton stop picking on Jared."
"You be quiet spider monkey."
"Hey." She punched my side with her tiny fist making me laugh.
"Well you're clinging to me like one, you ready?"
"Yes sir."
I just looked back at her with a raised brow,"You like playing with fire don't you Angel?"
"What you gonna do about it?"
"Fancy being fucked in a restroom in Oregon do you?"
"Ooh can we?"
"Geez Katarina, didn't you get enough this morning and last night?"
"Well yeah, but it's sooooo good." She grinned and winked at me.
"You just have newness fever, in a couple weeks you won't be so horny all the time."
"What's the matter old man, too tired to keep up?"
"Oh ho we got jokes, okay hot stuff you're on." She actually clapped her hands in anticipation. I wondered if she realized how much she'd changed in the short space of time we'd been together, from the way she dressed to the way she spoke, even her laugh was different.
She still has moments when she would go into her little shell, but those were becoming few and far between.
Catching her neck in the crook of my elbow I followed the guys and girls into the restaurant, with a headcount of forty two they decided to give us the private room in the back which is a good idea since my boys didn't know how to act at chow time and we needed room to spread out, because when we were on the road we were Lyon's Crew, we tended to leave the sophistication back home, shedding it like a cheap veneer, not that we didn't remain complete gentlemen, but can you imagine the kind of attention we got when we rode forty strong and sometimes more?
Chicks came out of the woodwork, dudes sized us up and some lesser beings aka ass hats even went so far as to pick fights with us, so on the road our bikes shone to a high gleam, our leathers were fuck awesome and our faces said 'danger, fuck with us at your own peril'.
We've been known to close down a bar or two here and there, usually when some asshole got grabby with one of the sisters, that was a big fucking no no.
It was hot as Hades backyard outside and the first thing I noticed after we were seated around the long ass table was that the air-conditioning made my girls' nipples pucker to the point that I could actually see the imprint of her piercings. Removing my leather vest I threw it over her shoulders, helped her pull her arms through and closed up shop.
I guess she knew what I was doing because she just rolled her eyes at me, shrugged her shoulders and picked up her menu.
"Have the steak it's good here."
"But I want chicken fingers and french fries." She gave me the pouty lip, yeah she wanted to get fucked alright, she was pulling out all the stops. Little did she know that there's no way I'd ever fuck the future mother of my kids in some seedy out of the way bathroom.
"You can have fries with your steak, it might be hours before we stop again you're not eating chicken fingers as a meal."
The waitress came over to take our drink orders, I didn't tell my guys what they could or could not do but they knew there was a two-drink maximum when we were riding and if it was hard liquor that was cut down to one. I didn't take chances with peoples' lives and if anyone of them showed that he couldn't handle his liquor he'd better stick to soda or juice or his ass would get left behind in whatever town or city he fucked up in.
I ordered Angel a banana shake since she loved the fuck out of those things and got myself a club soda and lime. There's no way I was riding with my baby on my bike while I'd been drinking, not gonna happen.