Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Rosalie turned to him, shoving her hands into her jeans. “Where’s your car?” she asked.
He grabbed her hand and she did try to pull away, but this time he kept hold of her, not allowing her to get away that easily.
“Your bike?” Rosalie asked.
“My bike.” He straddled the machine. “Jump on back.”
“Are you crazy? I’m not riding that thing.”
“Come on, it’s going to be fun.”
She shook her head. “No, I’ll walk. You shouldn’t have moved Petal along.”
She tried to move away, but he caught her wrist. “Stop being a pain in the ass. This is perfectly safe.”
“It’s a death trap. Lots of people die from accidents on bikes.”
“And a lot of people don’t. It’s not far. I’ll go slow.”
She looked at the machine and then toward the gate.
“If you walk home, you’re going to be exhausted and won’t be able to get up early, and sneak out of the house before I’m awake.”
“I don’t sneak.”
“You sneak.”
“You’re a heavy sleeper.”
“I’m not.” He wouldn’t let go of her hand. “Trust me.”
She pressed her lips together and the frown deepened between her brows. She wasn’t a happy woman, not at all.
“Fine. Fine.”
He still didn’t let her go.
Rosalie hesitated when it came to throwing her leg over the bike. She eventually did it, trying to keep her distance from him, but that wasn’t happening. Not on his watch. He grabbed both of her hands and wrapped them around his waist.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re afraid of this bike, so it only makes sense that you hold on tight. You wouldn’t want to fall.”
“You’ve done this on purpose,” she growled against his back.
He smiled. No, he hadn’t done this on purpose. What he had done was use Rosalie’s words and actions against her. Now, she had no choice but to hold onto him all the way home.
Turning over the ignition, his bike purred to life, causing Rosalie’s grip to tighten around him. She truly might be afraid of bikes, but that just gave him more of a reason to make her like them. Reversing out of his spot, he felt the grip she had on him get even tighter. It was all fine.
Staring straight ahead, he began to leave the clubhouse, and he was a guy who liked to use his bike to clear his head. Taking his machine over the roads, testing its limit, making it go fast, and then responding to him as he brought it down to a slow trail. With Rosalie at his back, he kept a steady pace, not going above twenty. The grip on his waist was still quite tight, but he didn’t mind. She had the sweetest of touches. He wanted to make it good for her.
Colt had a feeling she was chanting, “please don’t die,” over and over again.
The journey was slow, but not unpleasant. He enjoyed Rosalie’s hands on him. When he eventually arrived at his home, he was a little disappointed that the journey had come to an end, but he didn’t complain and turned off his bike.
Rosalie stepped off his machine and then sunk to the ground. “Thank you. Thank you.”
He chuckled. “I’m not a bad driver. You’ve got to give me credit.”
She got to her feet. “It was a good ride.”
Colt gave her a little bow. She stared at him, those lips once again pursed, and he had to wonder what was going on in that head of hers. Rosalie was turning out to not be as simplistic as he first thought. She confused him.
She moved first, heading toward his home, patting her body and pulling out the key he’d given to her. Entering behind her, he closed and locked the door, hearing her already making her way upstairs.
“I need to talk to you for a minute.”
Rosalie stopped and turned, holding onto the banister as she gave him her full attention. “What’s up?” she asked.
“My dad and my mom think it would be a good idea for you and I to go on a honeymoon.”
“A honeymoon?”
“Yeah, you know, that thing newlywed couples do.”
“But we’re not like newly wedded couples. We don’t have to do that.”
“Rosalie, come on, we’re trying to make a baby, and we’re a family, of sorts. Why not make it work?”
“Why are we even attempting to make it work?” Rosalie asked.
Colt sighed. “Look, I get that you don’t trust me, I do. I wouldn’t trust me, but you’ve got to admit the past few months have fucking sucked. You have not enjoyed coming here on Friday nights.”
“What’s going on, Colt? You can’t stand me. Now it sounds like you want to make a go of it.”
“This thing with the Evil Fuckers MC and my dad’s club, it’s real. We’re in a treaty with them, and so our marriage is going to last. You’re going to be the mother of my children, and I’m going to be the father of yours. It’s up to you if you want this to be a fucking toxic place to raise babies, or if we can both get our heads out of our asses and do something about it.”