Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
She wrinkled her nose. “We should’ve stopped to get one.”
I walked over to the storage room, pulled down the big tub that I held all my extra gear in, then pulled out yet another box.
I pulled it out and gave it a sniff.
Smelled brand new.
Which tracked, because other than getting it out of the box to look at it, my ex, Dorie, hadn’t much cared about riding.
I took the helmet out to her and offered it to her. “Smell.”
She did, pulling it back with a surprised look on her face.
Fitting it onto her head, she snapped the clasp closed and said, “It’s brand new.”
“Never even worn,” I admitted.
“She didn’t wear it?” she asked in surprise.
I grinned.
“I seem to attract women that don’t really care about my values and beliefs. Dorie, the original owner of the helmet, didn’t like riding with me. She said it made her feel dirty,” I explained. “We broke up because I, and I quote, ‘spend too much time with your club brothers and you might as well go fuck one of them.’”
She blinked rapidly, before her mouth twisted. “If she rode around with you, she might have gotten more time with you.”
I flashed her a grin. “Something I’d told her about a hundred times before we broke up.”
She gestured to the bike. “Where are we going again?”
I smiled. “Somewhere about two hours away. There’s a really nice diner there.”
That I’m going to leave you at while I go talk to my brother.
I didn’t know why I felt the need to have her go with me.
I should leave her here.
She’d probably be pissed as hell that I drove two hours and then left her at a diner for an hour, but I’d deal with that later.
Getting onto the bike, I held out my hand. “Mount, Go Go.”
She got onto the bike with surprising grace, then scooted up until she was almost touching me, but not quite.
I touched her knee with my hand, my fingers splaying over her lower calf, and said, “Scoot closer.”
She did.
“More.”
She scooted some more.
“All the way in, darlin’,” I urged.
She came the rest of the way, until every inch of her inner thighs, pussy, and torso was pressed to me.
I caught her hands and wrapped them around my middle. “Hold on tight.”
I started the bike, and I swore I felt a full body shiver.
“You okay?” I asked.
She nodded against my back. “Okay.”
I set off, questioning myself for the first ten miles.
By the time we got on the highway, and somehow her hand had made it up underneath my sweatshirt, pressing against my t-shirt-covered abs, I stopped questioning.
I wanted her here.
I’d wanted her with me since I’d taken her off her man’s bike.
There was no use in denying it.
Paper towels are just napkins on the cob.
—Milena’s secret thoughts
MILENA
I should’ve probably questioned where we were going.
If I had, I might’ve figured out that where we were going was a good two hours away from where we’d started. I guess I thought it would be a two-hour trip altogether.
I also might’ve figured out that he was visiting a prison, and he expected me to stay at a diner for an hour while I waited for him to visit with his brother.
His brother that was in prison.
But I didn’t question him.
And now I was standing in front of a diner, staring at the man as he explained what was going to happen next.
He grabbed my hand, then walked us inside.
I was already on the fence about being here at a diner alone for an hour, but the moment we walked through the doors, the man who greeted us solidified the fact that I was most certainly not staying here alone.
The man at the front waiting area, sitting in a seat next to the door, was the first thing that caught my attention.
Why did he catch my attention?
Because the moment we walked inside, upon seeing me, he licked his lips and started stroking his junk.
“And who is this with you, my friend?” The repulsive man’s beady eyes went from me to Cutter and back.
Cutter looked at the man and dismissed him. “I’ll be an hour, tops. You can order us food in about forty minutes, and then we can eat before we get on the road again.”
I was shaking my head. “Why would I want to stay here?”
I moved to his other side when the beady-eyed man started to lick his lips.
He moved to the side so that he could see me better, and I continued to circle around Cutter’s body, feeling so uncomfortable that I was practically leaning into him.
“I know I probably should’ve mentioned—” he started, but I interrupted with, “Probably?”
“Okay, so I definitely should’ve said. But you looked like you needed a break, and I might’ve needed some incentive to get me here.”
“Why?” I asked suspiciously.
He licked his lips. “My brother is going to ask about why Keely isn’t here, and I’m going to have to explain that she refuses to come.”