Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
When the locks on the doors clicked, he headed for the driver’s side, and I went to climb in the passenger seat. Once we were inside, I glared straight ahead.
“This doesn’t change the fact that I hate you. I just need to get to work,” I clarified.
He backed out of the parking space. “I don’t particularly like you either.”
I’d done nothing to this man! Nothing. “Glad we can agree on something.”
He didn’t say anything more, and I remained silent. No need to talk and pretend like we were anything more than enemies. Even if his scent had saturated this Jeep, and it was hard not to think about how his fingers inside of me had felt. When his body had been pressed against mine.
UGH! No, no, no, no. I was not that weak. He had humiliated me.
My hands fisted in my lap, and I tried to think of anything other than him. If the damn vehicle didn’t smell so freaking good, I could.
Drive faster, asshole.
• Eighteen •
“The lot think they’re in love with her.”
Storm
“Back again. They must not have decent bars in Georgia,” Pepper Abe said as she stood on the back side of the bar with two bottles of whiskey in her hands.
“Just in town. Thought I’d drop in.”
The corner of her lips curled up, and then she turned to put the bottles on the shelf behind her.
When I had brought Briar in earlier, I hadn’t gotten out of the Jeep. I waited until she was outside, and then I went back to her apartment and did a closer inspection on her car. I’d spent very little time near it earlier, just enough to get done what I needed to, but I noticed something that I wanted to check more closely without her around to see me do it. The tracking device was still in place, but another one had been added, along with a wiretap inside the vehicle. The devices weren’t ours. They were cheaper and easier to spot if you knew what you were looking for.
I’d debated on taking them or leaving them so as not to alert whoever had put them there that they’d been found. Leaving them for now seemed like the best idea, but then that meant I couldn’t let Briar out of my sight.
She had just taken the stage for her second set when I arrived, and the furious gleam in her eye when she spotted me was brief, but I didn’t miss it.
The angrier she was at me, the harder it made it for me not to throw her against a wall and fuck her until I was sated. Which part of me feared I’d never be when it came to her. Sated, that was. It made me hard as a damn rock, even thinking about it. She’d liked it when I was rough with her. That tight pussy of hers had literally been soaked. She had a redheaded temper, and I liked it.
Pepper turned back around. “So, it’s business then and not the gorgeous woman on my stage?”
Both.
“Not my type.” Fucking lie.
Pepper let out a cackle. “She is everyone’s type. Heck, even I think I’d be tempted to swing that way if she asked. At least when she’s up there singing.”
Not an image I needed. My hand tightened around my glass, and I took a drink in hopes of cooling down. I didn’t want to see Briar with someone else, but the thought of her and sex always got me worked up.
Unable to help myself, I turned to look at Briar onstage. She winked at someone as the words to the song flowed easily from her, as if the song had been written just for her. It hadn’t been, but she sure made it seem that way. Somehow, she managed to make the entire room think she was up there for them. She drew you in and held you there with her.
“Another beer, please, Pep,” a tall blond biker said, leaning against the bar as he continued to watch Briar sing.
“You came without a woman tonight. Not like you, Country,” Pepper said to the man.
“Got my eyes on something better.” He grinned and turned to pick up his beer as Pepper slid it across to him.
“You and every other single man in here,” she replied.
“Ah, Pep, but it’s me. I got this smile and all this charm.”
I wondered how big of an issue it would be with Blaise if I killed one of his father-in-law’s men.
“She’s not gonna date a biker. Let it go,” Pepper informed him.
He smirked, putting the beer to his lips. “She might.”
“She won’t.” The clipped words came from me before I could stop them.
“And who are you?” the guy asked, giving me a challenging look.
“A Kingston. Go back to your seat.” Pepper’s tone had a warning in it that the guy didn’t miss.