Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
I’d told Madeline about the doctor, and she’d been fucking giddy. Happy that I was seeing someone that I could have a future with. If I could get past the boring sex, then, yeah, maybe.
Standing up, I shrugged off my cut and went to hang it on the hook beside the door, then tugged my shirt over my head and went to get the long-sleeved dark blue oxford shirt I’d brought to wear. The jeans were staying, and so were the boots.
Once I had the shirt buttoned up and tucked in, I went to the desk to grab the brush I kept in the drawer and pulled my hair back neatly, then used the black hair tie to secure it at the nape of my neck. My eyes went to the pack of cigarettes I had hidden in there. I was trying to cut back, but just in case, I tapped one out and stuck it in the pocket of my shirt before heading to the door.
Tex was starting up the stairs as I came down them. His mouth quirked in amusement as he looked at me. “Damn, Prez. You look almost respectable. Date with the sexy doc?”
He was having too much fun with the idea of me dating a doctor.
I grunted in response.
“I was wondering why you drove the Charger in today,” he said.
Until I’d started dating the doctor, I rarely drove my Charger. I was always on my Harley unless I had to go get my oldest grandson. But seeing as how I didn’t put women on the back of my bike, I always took the Charger on our dates.
“Make sure the club is closed up tonight before you leave and try not to need me,” I told him.
He nodded. “Planning on it. Country is coming in tomorrow, and I’m headed to Miami.”
I knew he’d be going back to The Judgment sanctuary soon. He’d been here two weeks, and he never stayed this long at a time.
“Okay,” I replied, walking past him. “I got my phone on me if shit comes up.”
“Keep the ringer on this time,” he called out, and I paused.
“That was one fucking time,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Well, that one time, all hell broke loose, and you were needed.”
He was never going to let me forget it either, and he would never know that my phone hadn’t been on silent at first. I’d put it on silent after the first time he called, and then I’d placed it upside down so I wouldn’t be disturbed.
“You handled it,” I replied.
“If that’s what you want to call it. You ever gonna tell me where you were?”
I started for the door. “No,” I snarled, then shoved open the back entrance to get away from Tex and his nosy questioning.
He had called me just as I ripped the top off the gorgeous brunette bartender I’d given a ride to. I hadn’t been going to let anything or anyone keep me from stripping her naked and sinking my cock into her cunt.
All the shivering and squirming she’d done on the back of my bike had been impossible to ignore. I’d been so goddamn hard when I got to the motel where she was staying that when she invited me in, I no longer gave a fuck that she was too young for me.
I’d taken her like a crazed man who couldn’t get enough. Several times.
Shaking my head, I tried to push away the memories of her plump ass bouncing while I slammed into her and she begged me to do it harder.
I jerked the car door open with more force than necessary and climbed inside. Staying away from that bar and that girl had been damn near torture, but I’d done it, and I would continue to do it. She was trouble.
I was supposed to be at my date’s house in ten minutes, and I didn’t need to show up with a hard-on from thoughts of another woman.
“God, that was tedious and exhausting.”
I glanced over at the doctor as she closed her eyes with her head lying back on the seat.
She’d been impressive tonight. Everyone had seemed to adore her. The woman knew how to charm a room.
“The whiskey was good,” I said because other than that, I didn’t have much else to say about it.
The event had been a lot of wealthy, uppity, educated folks trying to outdo each other. No one seemed to remember it was about the kids. I’d had nothing in common with any of them.
She laughed. “That’s good. I wish I’d drunk some. I’ve had a shitty day, and this month is going to be trying on me.”
Her job seemed stressful, not that we talked about it much. Maybe she did, but she talked a lot, and I tended to zone out.
“What’s happening this month?”