Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
“BW sent me. Said you gotta come with me.”
She lifts an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth sliding up into a sly half-smile. “Looks like I got lucky tonight. They sent hot stuff for me. This is a change. I’ll have to be sure to thank Blaine for the eye candy.”
There is a challenge to her tone. I put my hands up in surrender. “Just a ride, darlin’.”
She looks around then back to my bike. “You’re gonna give me a ride?”
I nod as I hand her a helmet I had strapped to my sissy bar. “Is that a problem?”
She hesitates then studies me. “You don’t have an ol’ lady?”
Shaking my head, I answer honestly, “no time for that. I’m a fuckin’ prospect.” I let out a laugh and give her the reality to get off this personal shit. “Need to get you home, make sure you’re safe, and then I’m sure I got some toilets to scrub, or a floor to mop.”
This elicits a laugh from her as she puts the helmet on. I get on my bike, settling in as I slide the kickstand partially up, she climbs on behind me like she has done this a thousand times before.
She is Hellions royalty, I’m sure she has been on the back of a bike since before she could fucking walk.
She wraps her arms around my waist, relaxing in behind me with her chest tight to my back. Something new settles inside my stomach. I’ve had women on the back of my bike before. Not one of them has ever been this calm getting in place. To her, this is second nature.
She was born to ride.
I kick up my kickstand the rest of the way before firing up the engine, dropping a gear, and taking off. Nothing about her changes, she is simply taking another ride on another bike, with another Hellion. No tension, no reaction.
She doesn’t live far from the night club. It’s a nice condo on the beach. I couldn’t live here, the way all of them look the same, being set up alike, it isn’t my thing. For a young woman, though, this is safer. Plus, I know BW just moved her in not long ago. It’s a summer thing until she goes back to school. She’s in college. I think someone said she wants to be a vet. This is her summer break. From what BW said, she’s struggling being away from home and as much as her parents want her to be with them, Doll thinks it’s best to let her have her own place to help her transition back to school. Dia wants to have independence as well, according to her brother, but knowing Tripp, he’s still controlling it, and that is why she’s set up in this place.
Killing the engine, I hold my hand up for her to use as she climbs off my bike. At the contact a different shock flows through me. A silence settles in the air between us as she takes off the helmet shaking her already messy hair out.
“You wanna come in?” she invites.
“Shouldn’t invite random guys in your place, Dia.”
She shrugs, “you’re halfway to Hellion, you’re not random.”
“Halfway to Hellion, you got jokes,” I kid back with her. No one said don’t go inside with her, and I wasn’t told to stay outside. In fact, the directive was keep her safe and don’t leave until she’s sleeping off the night.
“Look I’m home from college for the summer. Not big on being alone. You’re safe. You’re not the kind of guy to murder me. Don’t make me stay the night by myself.”
Alone with Dia Crews is reason enough to say no. She’s a dangerous drug with her looks and sweet personality, I could get high off being around her. Yet, I find myself climbing off my ride. She begins to walk ahead. I pause taking off my helmet and contemplate what I’m doing as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“You comin’ or what?”
Like some lovesick fool, I follow and I can’t help but wonder if this very night will be my rebirth or my undoing.
Inside, the place is tidy. It smells of lemon with a slight hint of burnt bacon, maybe from her breakfast. I lock the door behind us as she heads into her kitchen.
“You want anything?” she asks and my idiot mind immediately thinks of all the naughty things I’d love to do to her. Yeah, I want something: her.
“I’m good.”
She takes out a soda, popping the top to the can, taking a sip while gesturing for me to follow her to the living room. She points to her couch, “sit.”
The leather is worn, comfortable. She drops down beside me, but not touching me. Tucking her legs under her, there is this casualness between us as if we do this regularly.