Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
She blinked, her gaze going directly to Tiny. When she looked at him, she was locked in. She wasn’t just hungry, she was memorizing this moment of him for later.
This wasn’t club bunny behavior.
This was a woman building attachments.
And in my world attachments could be dangerous.
She tried to play her part, her hands gripping his head, then her nails dragging over his shoulders. She shifted pressing her hips toward him like she’d either been watching too much porn or talked to a bunny. This wasn’t practiced ease for her. While she was turned on and enjoying herself, it was evident she was holding back trying to give to Tiny as much as he was giving her.
She didn’t have the sharp edges of the others. She was soft. Guarded in a way. It was like she was trying on a role and it didn’t quite fit or she hadn’t figured out the method to it yet.
Now, I was intrigued. What brought her here? What was she before?
Who was she?
I stayed in place, arms crossed, letting this play out. Not because I got anything out of it. In a way, I’d seen enough to be immune to sex. However, I liked knowing everything about the people who surrounded me and my club.
Tiny sensed me first. He moved just enough to turn his head from her heat and face me. He froze for a split second before a spark of irritation lit his face.
“Thrasher,” he muttered removing his head from her pussy and guiding her legs from his shoulders safely to the ground. Using his body to cover hers I watched a man who has literally fucked more than one woman at a time in front of the entire club suddenly become protective.
“Don’t mind me,” I retorted with a smirk.
Tiny growled low, “can I help you with something, brother?”
“Nah, just passing through,” I casually remarked knowing this was pissing him off even more.
The woman, though, she didn’t say a word, just tried tugging her skirt down and covering her tits with her arms. Clearly, she wasn’t used to being caught. She kept her eyes on me though, it was like she couldn’t figure out if they were in trouble or I was simply an asshole.
She would be right about the asshole part.
“Got something goin’ on, Pres?” Tiny asked clearly wanting to be done with me.
“Yeah, got a run. Warehouse ride. You in or you gonna play house today?”
His jaw tightened.
That’s when DK’s voice came from the far end of the hall. “Thrasher—”
A second later he was there beside me with eyes that didn’t miss a damn thing. He took in the scene, Tiny, the new girl, and my smirk like a proud fucking peacock. His gaze, though it stopped on her and stayed for a moment. I caught his thought, who the fuck is she?
She straightened up stiff under the scrutiny of our gaze. Lifting her chin, a mask fell over her features. Trying to project confidence or tramp down fear, I wasn’t sure which.
“She’s with me,” Tiny explained to DK.
“Didn’t ask,” his tone was light but the weight behind it told me he would be asking me or Tiny some questions later.
“Prez,” DK said taking the attention back to me. “Run got pushed up an hour.”
I raised an eyebrow in question.
He leaned in and whispered so only the two of us could hear, “Shift change for the sheriff and he asked we get our shit clear before the state boys ride in today for some audit bullshit.”
“Call up Sweeper, have him take over on this one,” I ordered and gave a nod to Tiny as I walked past him and his play thing to head to my room.
After a quick shower and change I went back outside. I spent the night sitting at my daughter Elaina’s house because her ass got a new puppy. She works night shift at the hospital. Normally she took the dog to her mother’s house for her shifts, but apparently my ex went out of town and that left me with the fucking dog duty. I didn’t mind dogs, generally speaking. This dog, well, he needed some time to grow up and into himself. Elvis was a blue tick hound dog and uncoordinated as fuck. When he finally grows into his paws maybe he won’t be so clumsy.
The sun had come up leaving behind the morning haze. The lot was filling up, brothers straggling out of the clubhouse with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths.
I made my way to my bike, checking her over out of habit. I could hear the banter of the others around me.
Hacksaw was griping to FrootLoop about not topping off his gas tank. “You wanna walk home from the middle of nowhere. I told your ass full service clean. That meant topping her off. I ain’t got time to fuel up you dumb fuck.”