Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“I run my fuckin’ mouth the last time?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Another reason why she picked him back then. Despite having plenty of conquests, she never heard him brag about any of them. Most likely because he forgot them the second he pulled his jeans back up.
A lot of bikers didn’t see women as equals. Romeo was no different. To him, women had one function. To serve him. In bed. In the kitchen. Or by doing his bidding, whether it was doing his laundry or cleaning his place.
That was confirmed when she asked about his bedding. He didn’t know the last time they’d been washed because he had a sweet butt—apparently, one with the name of Tink—do it for him.
Her train of thought brought her back to something she should’ve asked five years ago. “You always use condoms, right?”
“Think I’m fuckin’ stupid?”
“A lot of men are.”
“If you think bein’ stupid’s limited to men, you’d be fuckin’ wrong.”
He was getting irritated. They needed to stop talking before he decided she wasn’t worth the effort and told her to go pound sand.
Though, she did already climax once tonight…
And it hadn’t been disappointing.
Even so…
She stepped back, raked her gaze down him from his smooth, bald head to his biker boots. “Let’s get naked.”
The corners of his lips curled up in a wicked grin. “‘Bout fuckin’ time.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Too much fuckin’ chatter and not enough action goin’ on.”
After she rubbed one off on his hard as fuck dick, Romeo had been left hanging by a thread, so this shit needed to move faster.
Maddie had caught his interest long before he ever took her virginity. But now with a few more years and pounds on her…
Jesus. She was a fucking wet dream.
His, anyway. He didn’t give a fuck what any other men thought of her. In fact, he hoped they didn’t think about her at all.
She might not be his, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to be anyone else’s. Fuck that.
Was that selfish? Hell yeah it was, but he didn’t give a fuck.
Perching on the edge of the bed, he removed his boots and socks. As soon as his feet were bare, he sat up and noticed she hadn’t moved a damn inch. Even more disappointing, nothing on her was bare. Not even her head.
Un-fuckin’-acceptable.
“You change your mind?” If so, he’d do his fucking best to change it again. No way was he missing out on what she had to offer.
“Again, I didn’t climb those stairs for nothing. I expect you to make it worth my while.”
Thank fuck.
He surged to his feet, tempted to help her get naked by ripping off her clothes. But if he did that, she’d have nothing to wear after he kicked her out of his bed.
“Then, get naked, Maddie. Don’t want me helpin’ you ‘cause I don’t got the fuckin’ patience right now to not tear your clothes if I gotta do it.” With that, he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head.
Hearing a sharp intake of breath, he glanced up to make sure she was getting her ass in gear.
She wasn’t.
She was staring at him.
“Maddie,” he growled.
She seemed to struggle to raise her gaze from his bare chest. “What?”
Did it turn her on or off?
More importantly, did he care? Fuck no. “Get fuckin’ naked. Now.”
“Did Crow do all of your tattoos?”
“Some. But we’re done with fuckin’ words, woman. Actions speak louder…”
When she smiled, something he didn’t recognize went through him. Besides the urge to fuck her.
Normally a smile could light up her face, but this smile… It told him that she definitely liked what she saw and that made his dick twitch in his jeans.
She really needed to hurry the fuck up. “You ain’t undressed by the time my Black ass is, I’m rippin’ off your clothes. And when I say rippin’, I mean rippin’. If you wanna keep those clothes in one piece, I suggest bein’ quick about it.”
She better heed his second warning because that was the final one.
His threat flooded her cheeks with color and had her jerking into motion.
Wearing only his jeans, he stood with his hands on his hips, watching her pull the hat from her head.
He wasn’t sure what hair color he liked better. Her natural strawberry blonde or the more reddish brown. Either looked good on her. She could probably rock purple hair, too.
But he really didn’t give a shit what color it was since he wanted to fuck her, not braid her damn hair.
She toed off her shoes next, then unfastened the button on her jeans and unzipped them. Wiggling the denim over her curvy hips and down her thighs, what remained behind was a pair of peach-colored panties.
He licked his lips. “Keep goin’.”
“Are you only going to stand there and watch?”
“Yep.”
A gleam filled her brown eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to help?”