Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
There were probably security cameras.
There were likely people driving past.
I couldn’t have cared less as the need coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
Colter’s hands tightened on my hips.
His body pushed harder against me, letting me feel him even more firmly as I kept writhing, as I drove myself shamelessly up.
His lips swallowed my moans as the movement dissolved into urgency and instinct, the friction having every nerve screaming for release.
Then I came. Relentless. Brutal. Perfect.
I cried out against his lips, felt the vibration of his groan in response.
He ground against me, dragging out the pleasure until I was trembling and boneless against him.
My lips broke from him, my face buried near his neck as I tried to catch my breath.
Colter’s face leaned against the side of my head for a second as we stood there, the world suspended.
But then he wrapped his arms around me, turned, and walked.
I had no idea where.
I didn’t really even care.
I was all bursting bubbles of satisfaction right then, floaty and weightless.
But the world tilted.
He tilted.
And my back met the mattress.
His hands slid down my thighs, reaching back to unhook my legs.
Then he moved away, leaving me staring up at him.
The look on his face was unexpectedly soft as he stood there watching me for a moment.
“Goodnight, Dylan,” he said.
Then he turned… and left.
But not before he made sure the door was locked before he closed it.
“What the hell was that?”
I folded up, staring at the door as if his retreat through it didn’t make sense.
It didn’t.
I mean, I’d been primed. Ready. Willing.
Why the hell had he left?
It wasn’t long before the confusion gave way to something like rejection.
And because that was uncomfortably like he’d left me stinging in places I thought were well-protected, I went ahead and got angry about it.
Because that was a lot more comfortable than admitting that he made me feel something, made me want something.
Made me want him.
And something told me it was deeper than just simple desire.
That, well, that just couldn’t stand.
I had to cut it off at the knees before it made me do something monumentally stupid.
Like catch feelings for some fucking biker.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Colter
I expected the cold.
She was fucking ice the next day.
It was so obvious that I caught a few of the guys casting curious looks in my direction. Whether they suspected something had happened, or were simply curious if I was seeing what they were seeing was beyond me.
As much as I didn’t love the coolness coming from her, I still believed leaving was the right move.
I had a feeling that someone like Dylan would have been able to compartmentalize or play down sex. An itch being scratched, nothing more, nothing less.
Whether it made any sense at all, I didn’t want it to be reduced to that.
Not that there was anything wrong with casual sex.
But there was something with Dylan.
A spark.
Something I hadn’t felt with a woman in a long, long time.
If I wasn’t careful, with a woman like her, that spark could burn and fizzle out just as quickly.
I didn’t want that.
So I had to walk away.
Even if she was pissed at me for it.
It would be worth it in the long run. If it allowed her to let her guards down a little around me. If it let me get to know her better. If she could possibly let me in.
I was willing to get frostbite in the pursuit of something warm and soft and sweet.
“So you want us to stake out the place for a few days,” Dylan concluded.
“Basically. If possible, without putting yourselves in danger, to hang up some wireless hidden cameras,” Slash said. “But since it’s several hours away and this will need to go on for a few days at least, I figured I’d put everyone up in a local hotel.”
“Sounds good to me.”
She sounded eager as fuck to get out of town. Forgetting, of course, that I had every intention of going with her.
“I’m short on men who are willing to leave their women and kids for any length of time,” Slash said. “So you’re going to have Saint, Syn, and Colter with you.”
“I still say I’m healed enough to go,” Raff grumbled from the couch.
He was doing better.
He wasn’t as pale.
His leg was looking good.
He was barely taking pain medication anymore.
But he had to take it easy.
And everyone knew that having someone injured on a mission was taking a lot of risk. Too much risk when we had Dylan to protect. Whether she liked that or not.
While I hadn’t gotten much of a chance to see Saint or Syn in action, I understood that their previous life had involved a lot of danger. And, clearly, they’d managed to handle themselves.
“Fine,” Dylan said, biting the words off. She pointedly refused to look in my direction as her arms crossed. “When do we leave?”