Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“And he’s out of his mind on coke half the time,” she adds with a sneer.
Luce hands me some ice wrapped in a plastic bag, but then her eyes go wide. “Wait. Is Yeti still there?”
When I nod, she runs off without another word. Some of the other girls follow, and those who stay keep to themselves, whispering as Angel dabs the wet paper towel on my skin. He’s still avoiding my eyes, as if there’s something shameful about what happened.
“I’m so sorry. I should have stayed close to you,” he mutters, and when he takes away the towel, I see it’s stained with my blood.
“No. He should have known you’re mine and kept his hands to himself. How fucking dare he?” I’m angry with myself. I shouldn’t have waited so long to claim him, but the fear of rejection kept me chained. “Are you okay? Show me?” I pull him into my lap even though I’m anxious about holding him like this. That fucking thing about two wolves inside you must be true, because one of mine wants to run away and sit in the darkness, while the other wants to devour Domino whole as Angel watches.
“I’m fine,” he says, turning his face away. “It was just a slap. You were there right away so—” Angel finally looks at me. Fuck, he’s so beautiful, and not just because of how pretty his face is. There’s a sweetness in his eyes, pure honey that draws me in each time.
“I don’t want you to feel stalked,” even if I kinda was doing that. I couldn’t stay away. If I’m not on club business, I want to be with him all the time. I never felt like this before and it’s driving me insane. “I was done with stuff for Prophet, so I looked for you. I… I just really wanted this night to be great, and it’s already a failure.” My shoulders sag. He needs to see that life at my side will be fun and exciting, but all he was met with tonight is violence.
Angel sighs, and I shrink, ashamed that I’ve dragged him here, but then his lips are on mine, and our foreheads meet a moment later. It’s like quenching my thirst with the cool water from a spring.
“It’s not your fault. And we’re not going to let him mess up this evening for us, right? We can still have a lot of fun together.” And like the angel he is, he holds the ice against my cheek.
“You’re happy to stay? Are you sure? There’s still so much to see, and food. So much food. Hot dogs, burgers, waffles, fried chicken, barbeque, or sweets, there’s even ice cream at the funfair.” I’m pretty sure I’m babbling, which isn’t like me, but that’s what he does to me. He opens me up in ways even my close friends couldn’t, and I want to let him.
“I’d like to see the funfair,” Angel admits, but then his gaze darts past me, and men in leather settle back around the bonfire.
“You two good?” Clyde asks, rubbing his chin and moving his jaw in different directions. Road soon joins him and hands over a crude ice pack made of his own T-shirt.
“I’m sorry about causing such a mess,” Angel mutters.
Road squints at us. “Oh no, Domino had it coming. You should be proud of your man’s restraint, or we could have had a war on our hands. I know you, Creep,” he focuses on me. “You could have bled him out like the pig he is, but you think about the consequences for the club. Good man.” Road pats my shoulder and hands me a beer.
“Now you’re talking,” Yeti grumbles, taking a seat next to Luce. His thick brow hangs low over his eyes as he shakes his head. “Don’t remember you being so reasonable last time.”
Road tosses a sugar packet his way, and the little paper square hits Yeti in the middle of the forehead. “Just fucking drop it!”
I put the cold beer against my other cheek, but even in these circumstances Angel sitting in my lap is a bit too much in public. If he stays there any longer, I might need an ice pack on my dick.
“Funfair?” I ask as my buddies argue in the background, and he offers me a smile so bright even the pain in my nose nor the cut in his lip can spoil the moment. His fingers dance down my forearm and wrist, then tickle the middle of my palm, and he presses the softest of kisses to my cheek.
“Funfair,” he agrees, and I lead him away, after a quick nod at Prophet, who monitors the argument with the head of a new girl resting on his shoulder.
I worried about being watched at the rally. I’ve never been out with a man the way I am with Angel, but it’s so dark and so busy, no one stares as we pass, and half the people are too drunk to care. While men are discreet at these kind of events, I’ve spent enough years in the shadows to know we’re definitely not the only gays here.