Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
She was fucking mine.
When whatever stunned hold had locked my boots to the floor finally cleared, she was already halfway to the door. She was moving fast enough that her dark hair swung over one shoulder and the hem of her top lifted just enough to show a flash of skin above her jeans. Heat slammed through me again, filling my head with images of her back arching, her sharp little tongue finally too busy making softer sounds to cut me with words.
My cock throbbed hard enough to make me grit my teeth, but the hunger didn’t scatter my focus. She was getting away, and that wasn’t going to fucking happen.
I’d watched enough brothers get taken out at the knees by one reckless little slip of fate to know exactly what it meant when certainty landed in a man’s chest like a brand. This woman belonged to me, and she had no idea this would be the last time she tried to walk away from me.
3
SAYLOR
Ishoved through the door of The Burnout, my cheeks burning out of anger instead of the summer Florida heat.
“What an arrogant, rude, ridiculously hot jerk,” I muttered under my breath, stalking across the parking lot toward my car.
The second I saw him stalking toward me at the bar, I’d been struck speechless. I had never reacted to a guy like that before, but he was tall, dark, and handsome to a T. With an air of danger, too.
His brown hair was just long enough to look tousled, and his neatly cropped beard and mustache framed lips that were entirely too kissable. A black tire track tattoo wrapped around his right bicep, disappearing under the sleeve of his shirt. Masculinity rolled off him in waves, making him stand out even in a bar full of bikers. His brown eyes had locked on me like I was the only person in the room, and I’d thought it was because he’d felt the same spark of attraction.
Then he opened his mouth, and I was struck by the familiar urge to strangle my twin sister. I had no clue what she was doing in Florida, let alone Crossbend, but I wasn’t as surprised as I should be that she’d somehow turned up at the perfect time to ruin things with the first guy I wanted to climb like a tree.
It sucked so much that he thought I’d spent the night before throwing myself at him when I didn’t even know the man existed. Sutton had pulled a lot of stunts, but this one hurt more than it should.
All I could do was comfort myself with a reminder that a hot biker with a bad attitude was the last complication I needed.
I’d only been in town for six weeks, and this was my first real attempt at a social life outside of my job. Now I needed to text Rain and let her know I wouldn’t be here when she showed up. Definitely not a great way to start a new friendship.
I fished my keys out of my purse, my fingers trembling slightly as I clicked the button to unlock my car. Cursing the moment our mama’s fertilized egg split into two separate embryos because having Sutton for a twin was the absolute worst.
The crunch of heavy boots on gravel made me freeze.
“Wait.”
I spun around, my chin lifting in the stubborn way my mama always said would get me in trouble one day. Bracing for more of his accusing attitude from inside the bar, I was surprised to see that the hard lines of his face had softened, genuine remorse shining in his eyes.
But that didn’t mean I was going to let how he talked to me slide. “What?”
He ran a hand over the back of his neck, his black leather vest doing nothing to hide how the movement pulled his shirt tight across his muscular chest. “I owe you an apology. Your evil twin made a fucking awful first impression. That’s why I was so damn rude. Didn’t want her to think she could walk back in there after she got thrown out.”
I huffed out a breath. “Yeah, I get how it happened since I’ve had people mistake me for Sutton before.”
His voice dropped lower as he stepped a little closer. “I’m sorry I assumed the worst. You’re nothing like her, and it kills me that I made you pay for shit you didn’t do.”
We stood there in the dimly lit parking lot, locked in a staring contest that felt way too loaded for two people who’d just met, and I felt the ice around my irritation start to crack. Part of me still wanted to stay mad, but the sincerity in his eyes and how quickly he’d moved to fix his mistake were doing dangerous things to my resolve.