Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I understood his method and how important this was, but I was frustrated that I had to leave Rhiannon for what would probably be at least a week. The auction date was still several days out, but we had to leave now to do reconnaissance and meet with Nic, as well as his counterpart in the Irish mob. Then who knew how long it would take to clean up the mess.
“We’ll have our eyes on your woman,” Mav assured me. “She’ll be protected.”
I nodded and stood to leave.
“Viper.”
I twisted my head to look at Fox over my shoulder. But I had to spin around fast when he threw something at me.
Leather landed in my hands, and I unfolded the heap and held it up.
Despite my shit mood, a smile creased my face.
It was a woman’s vest. On the back was the Iron Rogues logo and the words “Property of Viper.”
9
RHIANNON
I’d been exhausted when Dean left for his meeting at the clubhouse, but I hadn’t been able to fall back asleep without him there holding me. So I got up and took a shower, spending a little more time than usual on my makeup before baking a batch of chocolate chip cookies. When I was worried, I had a wicked sweet tooth, and I hadn’t liked Viper’s expression after his phone call. Knowing that he’d share at least some information with me whenever possible helped, but I would probably always worry about him. Which was understandable since he’d quickly become the most important person in my life.
I was pulling the last tray of cookies out of the oven when I heard the rumble of his motorcycle returning. Wiping the crumbs from my lips, I headed toward the living room to meet him when he got inside. He nudged the door shut behind him with his boot and leaned against the hard surface, one of his arms behind his back. “I gotta leave for a club run, and it’s gonna be longer than I expected.”
That wasn’t what I’d been hoping to hear, but I was determined to give my man what he needed so he could come back safely to me. “How long will you be gone?”
“A week, less if I can somehow swing it.”
Instead of slumping my shoulders at his answer, I smiled and stepped closer, diminishing the space between us. “Do I at least get a goodbye kiss?”
“Of course, baby.” He lifted the hand hidden behind his muscular body, and my eyes widened at the scrap of leather he held in his fist.
“Is that what I think it is?” I squealed, bouncing on the balls of my feet.
He grinned at me. “That depends…are you ready to officially be my old lady?”
“Yes! So much, yes!”
His smile widened at my reply as he closed the distance between us to slip the vest onto my back. What I’d had in mind for his goodbye kiss felt like an even better idea now that I was wearing his property patch. “Now for your kiss.”
Dean leaned forward, but I jerked back just in time to dodge his lips. He blinked, frowning. “What was that for?”
“I never said I wanted to kiss your mouth,” I whispered, slowly pulling up his shirt to reveal those delicious, tanned abs.
Counting my breaths in through my mouth, I slowly bent down, placing my lips right above his pant line and making sure to press hard.
Standing back, I admired my handiwork. “There. Now you have a mark to remember me by, too.”
“Fuck, baby,” he growled before crashing his lips to mine.
His hands slid down the length of my body, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his waist as he lifted me, then walked me toward the wall, pushing my back against the hard surface.
Even through his jeans, I could feel his dick hardening against my heated pussy, and I wiggled, trying to create friction against him.
He laughed against my mouth. “Greedy girl.”
“Only for you,” I whispered.
“That’s right, you’re all mine. And now I get to mark you,” he finished with a growl, pulling me off the wall to toss me over his shoulder and carry me into the bedroom.
I giggled when he flopped me onto the mattress. “I’m wearing your property patch.”
His dark eyes gleamed with determination as he hovered over me. “Gonna need more of a mark than that if I’m going to leave you for an entire damn week.”
He kissed me again, running his tongue along my bottom lip. “What color is this? The one you used to make your mark on me.”
“Berry.” With his heated gaze locked on mine, I had a hard time forcing the word out.
Slowly, he eased down my body until he was between my spread thighs. “Let’s see if the rest of you is as sweet as those lips.”