Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
But I do, running my calloused fingers over her bare skin as I walk by to go lean against Bonnie’s counter and admire the transformation. Jessica’s breath catches at the touch.
She’s fucking gorgeous. They did a good job dressing her up just enough to make it clear that she’s no little church mouse, but nothing that takes away from her natural, innocent beauty.
Jessica licks her lips nervously, drawing my attention right to how full and pink they are. “Is everything okay?”
“More than okay, baby. You look amazing. I just didn’t expect to see you looking so…” Fuckable. “Settled in.”
She blushes and reaches for her glasses, slipping them back on. It doesn’t make her any less pretty. If anything, it proves I have a thing for smart chicks.
“Bonnie has been really nice,” Jessica says. “Considering the situation, we’re doing pretty well I guess.”
“Good, good… Last night was a fucking mess. I’m so damn sorry you have to deal with this, but we can’t just let you go home. Either of you.”
Anne looks up. “She lives with me.”
A live-in nanny?
Jessica nods. “It’s okay. I wouldn’t want Anne to be here alone, anyway.”
“Yeah, we’re pretty much family,” Anne adds.
Oh? That doesn’t sound like it matches up with what Ghost said about her not being Victor’s biggest fan. I want to trust her, but I’m not stupid. How much do we really know about this woman?
Jessica hesitates but she smiles at Anne. “I’ve worked for Mr. Kane for a long time. She’s like my little sister.”
How the fuck long could she have worked there? “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
I want to get her away from her sidekick. Both because she’s fucking hot, and because I want to get her somewhere she can talk without a kid listening to her every word. If she isn’t really what she seems, it’s better to find out now.
“Hey Bonnie? You good with watching Anne for a while? I’m heading over to the Burnout to meet Ghost and Riot, and I think maybe Jessica could use a field trip.”
“Sure, we’re good here. We have a criminal empire to build, right kid?”
“Yep!”
“What do you think?” I ask Jessica. “It’s not quite freedom, but it beats sitting around here all day.”
“I don’t know…”
I push off from the counter and get closer to Jessica. “Come on, you look too damn good to waste the day in here. You’re officially off duty. We’ll keep you safe.”
She looks up at me with big brown eyes, framed by sexy round librarian glasses. “Promise?”
I twist a lock of her hair between my fingers and give it a tiny tug. “Cross my black fucking heart.”
She smiles shyly and looks away. “Okay.”
More than one brother takes a good long look as I lead Jessica down from Bonnie’s place and over to where my bike is waiting. She loaned some leather boots and a jacket from Bonnie, and if I didn’t know better, I would say she fits right in.
She doesn’t have a fucking clue how it looks when I help guide her though getting onto the bike behind me. Last night was an emergency situation, but this feels different. All the boys know the score, but when she puts her arms around me and settles against my back, it feels like a fucking statement.
“Stay close and hold on. Do you remember last night? When I lean, you lean, got it?”
“Got it,” she answers. I can feel the nod, and I can sure as fuck feel her hands slide around my chest and flatten over my abs.
If we weren’t on high alert, I’d be tempted to take her down the coast for a ride so she can see that a motorcycle is more than just a way to get from point A to point B. It’s a beast with as much temperament and personality as a horse, and as close to flying as we can get without leaving the ground.
Don’t want to piss Hellfire off, though. Bringing her to the bar shouldn’t be a problem since all three of us will be around to make sure nothing happens. The Burnout is practically club grounds, and right around the corner.
I doubt it’s her sort of place. Barely above a complete dive bar, but that’s just the way we like it. I take it easy on the drive and pull up out front alongside the long line of other bikes. The storefronts on either side are blacked out, but big neon letters proclaim The Burnout open, even if all the bikers milling around didn’t give it away. Rock music rumbles out the front door, loud enough to feel the vibration in my chest.
I put my hands around Jessica’s waist and lift her off my bike before she gets the chance to try and do it herself.
“I can do it,” she grumbles.
“I’m sure, but then I wouldn’t have the excuse to put my hands on you.”