Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I swallowed.
Casten definitely had some competition in the hotness department.
“Bring it, bitch!” Casten bellowed with rage.
My eyes moved to study him.
No, he was definitely hotter.
His storm gray eyes were sparking with ire as his muscles drew taut like a bow string.
He was holding the bar out in front of him like he was brandishing a sword, and I had a half hysterical thought that he’d look good holding a saber out in front of him while wearing a kilt.
I smiled into my hand at that thought.
He wouldn’t find it as funny as I did.
“I’m leaving,” the woman screamed. “Fuck you.”
With that, she got into her car and backed up, stopping within inches of running Casten over.
My heart leapt into my throat as I stood up, dropping my trash on the ground in my haste to make sure he was okay.
He was fine, which he proved moments later when he swung the crowbar at her back glass, completely shattering the entire thing with one swing.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
This was really something you only saw in the movies, and once again, I was left wanting—needing—Casten due to his display of testosterone.
I was such a slut.
Casten stood there, chest heaving, while Wolf turned on his heel and walked over to us.
Wolf surveyed the scene with quick, efficient eyes.
He took one last look at the woman driving off and another at Casten. Then came to me.
“You ready?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Go get on Casten’s bike. I’ll get him to you,” he ordered.
I gave him a grateful look, then walked to the bike, threw my leg over, and took my seat.
Our evening had gone to shit.
Awesome.
“Fuck off,” Casten said as he walked back toward Core and me.
I blinked.
“I’m sensing some hostility here,” I said to Casten once he reached me.
His eyes jumped to mine, and he glared. “She touched my bike.”
I held up my hands. “Sorry.”
He sighed.
“Will you go home with Wolf?” he asked with tempered control. “I need a little time to myself.”
I frowned.
“I guess I can,” I agreed reluctantly, getting off of Casten’s bike.
Without another word, he got on his bike, started it with a roar, and rode out of the parking lot without another glance.
“Casten’s normally mild mannered…until you get him riled up. From what I’ve heard, he’s had a long day on top of an even longer night. Just give him some time,” Wolf ordered as he mounted his bike, offering me his hand.
I took it and got on the bike behind him.
There was no helmet for me since my little Storm Cloud had ridden off with mine, so Wolf promised to ride slow seeing as he didn’t have a helmet to hand me.
He, apparently, rode without one.
Something that I hadn’t seen any of the other men do, except for him.
And when we arrived home, I went to bed alone.
Again.
Chapter 15
Some days I am more productive than others. Such as today I managed to put pants on. Yesterday I wasn’t so lucky.
-Tasha’s secret thoughts
Tasha
“Coach, your man is back,” T said, pointing at the gym’s entrance.
I didn’t look back.
He didn’t come home last night, and I was upset with him.
When I’d woken to go to work that morning, Core was still there and had been all night.
He’d followed me to work and then left me in the capable hands of a now off-duty, Ridley, who’d refused to come inside until I’d threatened him with dismemberment.
“No, no, no,” I yelled over the screech of gym shoes on the court. “What have I been telling you all afternoon, Amanda? Go run a lap and come back.”
Amanda took off, and I stepped up to the net.
“Watch me,” I ordered the others.
They watched as I made a show of standing ready at the net, taking a shuffling step backwards and then turning around to be ready for a ball that my assistant coach, Julia, sent my way.
I jumped, snapped my arm forward, and hit the ball over the net.
“It wasn’t hard, but it was perfectly placed. You don’t have to hit hard every time to score, I promise,” I told the girls.
A few of them giggled, and I narrowed my eyes.
“What? Did I say something funny?” I growled.
I was not in the best mood today, either.
I missed my apartment.
Missed my cat and ferret.
Missed my Casten.
Missed how easy life used to be before that night at the bar where some man decided to fixate on me.
“Alright,” I said, backing up to the line. “Someone go set for me. I’ll show you what I want.”
The setter, Amelia, walked up and got into position.
My assistant coach tossed the ball, I set it to the setter and then she gave it right back to me in a high arc that was perfect.
I took three timed steps, jumped, and slammed the ball as hard as I could.
My aggression was high, so it was harder than what I would usually give the defense.