Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Nothin’ to worry about,” he murmurs, moving his arms beneath my head, scooping it up like a treasure.
He brings his lips down to mine, trying to cut off the conversation.
I kiss him for a long moment before gently pushing back.
“Stop avoiding, Danny.”
He growls, rolling off me.
I try to hang on, but I know he’ll just take me with him, so I reluctantly release him. He pushes up and sits on the end of the bed, his muscled frame illuminated by my lamp. God, I love him. I just wish he would tell me what goes through his head. He’s the most stubborn man I’ve ever met, and I know if he doesn’t want to speak, no amount of begging from me will make him.
“Don’t like bein’ away from my woman. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.”
“As much as I’d like to take you for a clinger, we both know you’re not.”
He turns, shooting me a look that makes me giggle.
“Careful, Tom Cat.”
I love it when he calls me that.
“Come on, just talk to me,” I say, moving up and pressing my cheek against his warm back as I exhale.
“Club business. Nothin’ for you to worry about.”
“If you don’t start talking, I won’t answer my phone,” I dare say.
He turns, forcing me back. “Don’t threaten me, baby. It won’t end well for you.”
I huff. “Fine, but you can’t storm in here like this every single time I don’t answer. I’m busy, you know.”
“Busy gettin’ drunk in a bar where I can’t watch you.”
“I’m not three.”
He pushes to his feet, gathering his things. “I’m not discussin’ this.”
The urge to roll my eyes is huge.
Once he’s dressed, he turns to face me. Leaning down, he takes my chin in his hand and brings me in for a kiss. “Got to get back to our babies. I’ll call you tomorrow. Answer.”
With that, he turns and leaves.
Fucking bikers, I swear.
Pushing out of the bed, I pull my phone from my purse. I see all the missed calls, but really, there isn’t that many. A message from Paulie has me chuckling as I open it.
P – My word. That man of yours got my knickers in a twist. Tell me he took you outside and showed you who is the boss. Oh my.
P – You’re not answering. I’m going to take that as your answer. Right now, he’s doing wicked things to you.
P – He’s not murderous, is he? Should I be scared?
P – Okay, you better message me back because my fantasies are quickly turning into some kind of terrible horror movie.
Laughing, I shake my head as I respond.
C – I’m alive. Your first guess was correct.
He responds immediately.
P – I’m going to need every detail. And when I say every detail, I mean EVERY detail.
C – I’m not sure if I should be scared or flattered? You’re not going to steal my man and hold him captive are you...
P – How did you know? Did you see my basement?
Giggling, my fingers fly over the keypad.
C – Oh, I thought that was for some kind of role play. I’ll give him a warning. Just a heads up, he’s pretty moody so you’ll probably have to drug him.
P – Noted. Tell me, do those lips taste as good as they look.
C – You’ll have to wait and see.
With a laugh, I switch off my phone and take my towel, heading to the showers. I don’t love the idea of sharing a shower, but they’re secure and nice, so I can’t complain. It’s late, and the shower block is outside of the dorm building, so I’m certain I should be alone. Shuffling quietly down the hall, my towel over my shoulder, I walk outside the main door and to the left, into the female shower. I find a cubicle and step inside. Closing and locking the small door, I hang my things up and turn the shower on.
Stripping out of my clothes, I step in and let the warm water rush over me.
Just as I finish up and turn the water off, I hear the creaking of the main door, alerting me that someone is coming in. I hear hushed voices and quietly get dressed as they near closer. It’s only when they are close that I can hear the low rumble of a male voice. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but it’s definitely a man. Eyes widening, I go dead silent, not wanting a man to know I’m in here alone.
Then, I hear a female voice, and I can sense she is distressed.
“There is no one in here, it’s too late,” she hisses. “It’s the only place we can talk.”
He is whispering, clearly very close to her ear, because I can’t hear what he’s saying. She talks back, her words muffled, and then she just loses it. A wail leaves her lips and she cries out, “You can’t do this to me. I love you. We have been through so much together. If you’re going to do this, then you know what I’ll do. You know I won’t stand for it. God dammit. Don’t leave.”