Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
If Crow wasn’t currently suspicious of them.
He was.
It was not a good idea. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Baby, nobody’s gonna blink a fuckin’ eye if they see us. Your parents are prolly already in bed, watchin’ some kinda serial killer documentary.”
A snort shot from Lyric’s nose because that was probably true. Her mother loved true crime shows and got her father addicted to them.
She slapped a hand to her stomach when it took the opportunity to rumble loudly.
“Didn’t fuckin’ take the time to eat, did you?” he growled.
No, she had skipped dinner to catch up with her appointments. “It’s fine. I’ll grab something—”
“Get on. Gettin’ you some fuckin’ food.”
“Ashton.”
“Baby, last time I’m sayin’ it. Get. On. My. Fuckin’. Sled.”
If he thought he could intimidate her, he was wrong. “I’m already late getting home.”
“You’re twenty-four-years old. Don’t got a curfew.”
“But his spidey senses are tingling. He’ll be watching me closer than ever.”
“Think he’ll be waitin’ up for you?”
It was possible.
She sighed. She was an adult and needed to be treated as one. “I really need to move out. Do you want to rent out your second bedroom?” She was only half-kidding. But if he said yes, she’d jump on it.
Then she could jump on him.
She had sex one time and now look at her: she already wanted to jump Ash’s bones again.
“Want me to die?”
She chuckled nervously. The threat of death could squash any ideas of intimacy.
“Look. Talk to Bri. She got a second bedroom that’s empty.”
Now why didn’t she think of that? “Damn, Ash, that’s a good idea.”
“Got a few functionin’ brain cells left outta the dozen I started with.”
When Lyric laughed, Ash stared at her with his nostrils flared.
“Do you think she’d care about sharing her apartment?”
“Ain’t her apartment, it’s the club’s. She don’t pay shit for it. Not sure she got a say.”
“I guess I can ask her.”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He shook his head, making her aware of how good his braids looked, and the empty space on the side of his head reminded her she still needed to fill it. “Gonna handle it.”
Huh? Her brow dropped low. “Who’s going to handle it?”
“Me.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Right. Don’t, but gonna. Right now, gonna go get food in your gut.”
Again, tonight might not be the best night to be seen together. “Ash.”
“Baby.”
She threw her hands up. “Why are you so damn stubborn?”
His eyebrows shot up his forehead. “Why the fuck are you?”
She changed tactics. “It’s after ten. There’s probably no place open.”
“Know a place.”
Of course he did.
He jerked his chin up. “Let’s go.”
“I’ll follow you.”
“Nope.”
“Ash.”
“Ain’t doin’ this fuckin’ dance again, woman. Don’t make me physically put you on this fuckin’ sled.”
She had no doubt he’d do it, too. With a loud, drawn-out sigh, she planted a hand on his shoulder and climbed on behind him.
“Hang on tight,” he ordered, and started his Harley.
Like she needed that warning. Plus, it was the perfect excuse to get up close and personal with him.
She slid forward until she was sandwiched against him and her crotch was pinned against his ass. Pressing her face against his cut, she hid her smile and tightly wrapped her arms around his waist, spreading her fingers along his gut.
With a twist to the throttle, they shot off through the dark alley and out of Shadow Valley.
Chapter Fifteen
With a groan, Lyric sat back and pushed away her empty plate. She was bursting at the seams. Ash had taken her to a diner that served breakfast twenty-four seven, and since that was her favorite meal of the day, that was what she got; an order of strawberry stuffed French toast drowning in maple syrup, topped with whipped cream, and a side of bacon.
She had skipped breakfast that morning to go to Ash’s apartment, only scarfed down a protein bar at lunch, and never had time to eat dinner.
So yes, her stomach had been growling like a pissed-off biker.
Only, the biker sitting across from her was no longer growling. He wore a satisfied expression the whole time he made sure she ate every bite on her plate.
How he ate a triple cheeseburger without wearing it every time he took a bite, she had no clue. Magic, she guessed. And his big mouth.
After she covered a yawn with her hand, she checked the time to see it was creeping up on midnight.
Her mother had texted her earlier, worried that she wasn’t home yet, and Lyric assured her she was fine and lied when she stated she was hanging out with some of the sisterhood. No doubt her father put Jazz up to contacting her.
When she showed the text to Ash, his expression turned to granite. “You’re twenty-fuckin-four years old, not fourteen.”
“I’m not sure why the OGs watch us women like hawks when they never worry about any of you.”
“Shouldn’t need to explain that.”