Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I gotta get to work,” I replied, trying not to laugh at the scowl on her face. “I’ll drop you at home on my way.”
“Damn,” she groaned, rolling away from me to grab her glasses. “I forgot it’s the middle of the week.”
“Come back and kiss me,” I ordered, grabbing her ankle as she started to leave the bed.
Looking over her shoulder, she smiled and shook her head. “No way. I need to brush my teeth or guzzle some mouthwash or something.”
“I don’t care,” I argued, giving her ankle a little tug.
Her gaze slid down my body and then back up again. “If I come over there, I don’t think you’ll make it to work,” she said huskily.
I debated internally for a good fifteen seconds before sliding my hand away from her ankle. As much as I wanted to drag her back under me, I needed to get to the garage. Starting my morning off with the taste of Harper in my mouth would’ve been worth the shit I’d shovel for being late to work, but Leo had called in a couple of second opinions the night before, and I wanted to know what they’d thought about the power steering line on the Toyota.
No way did that happen without outside interference.
I watched from the edge of the bed as Harper walked naked as a jaybird into the bathroom and then shook my head to clear it before going to my dresser for some clothes. The woman was beyond distracting.
Since I didn’t have time to shower, I threw on some work clothes and waited for her to come out of the bathroom.
“We forgot half my clothes downstairs,” she said wryly, her hands covering her nipples. She was fully dressed from the waist down.
“You want to wear one of my shirts?” I asked, drawn to her like a fucking magnet.
“No, I need my bra anyway.” She tilted her head up as I reached her, and I could smell my mouthwash on her breath.
Instead of kissing her lips, I detoured and ran my lips along her jaw instead. “I’ll be out in a minute, and we can go.”
“Hey, man,” she said with a grin, stepping out of my way. “You’re the one who’s in a hurry. I would’ve stayed naked in your bed all day.”
I paused halfway in the bathroom.
“That was an option?”
Harper laughed as she started down the stairs. “Rain check!”
She was dressed, ready, and holding my cut when I found her in the kitchen a few minutes later.
“It was still on the floor,” she explained, handing it over. “You need to condition your leather.”
“I know,” I muttered, putting it on over my hoodie. “The fucking rain does a number on it.”
“I love riding,” she said as she picked up her purse and paper bag. “But give me a car any day when it’s cold as shit and raining.”
“Drivin’ around in a cage,” I replied, shaking my head at her.
“Ridin’ around freezin’ your balls off,” she countered, shaking her head back at me.
“My balls are just fine,” I reminded her as I took the bags out of her hands, grabbed her helmet off the counter, and led her outside.
“Mmm,” she hummed behind me. “Yeah, they are.”
I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face from the moment I watched her wrestle the helmet onto her head to the moment we pulled up in front of her parents’ house. I felt bad that the helmet was so uncomfortable, but she looked so fucking cute with her huge-ass glasses and her cheeks all scrunched up inside it. I also didn’t mind the way her crotch was nestled against my ass the entire way.
“I’m finding my helmet today,” she announced as soon as she’d climbed off my bike in her parents’ driveway. She paused and squinted at me. “Assuming I’ll be riding on the back of your bike again.”
“I fuckin’ hope so,” I replied. “What are you doin’ tonight?”
“Going to a rave,” she said with mock seriousness. “Tomorrow?”
“Gettin’ my nails done.”
She glanced down at my hands. “Make sure they don’t make them too long, would you?”
I laughed. “I’ll text you later.”
“I’ll text you back this time.” She spun around and jogged up the steps to the front door, briefly waving at me before disappearing inside.
“I am so fucked,” I muttered.
If I thought that I could just slide in unnoticed and get straight to work, I was out of my fucking mind. I’d barely parked my bike before Rumi Hawthorne was stomping toward me, his face completely wiped of expression.
“What’s up, Rum?” I asked, stepping away from the row of bikes before he reached me.
If the guy was going to hit me, I didn’t want to knock the bikes over if I went down. He may have been smaller than me, but he had a hell of a right hook.