Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
He’d rather lick a toilet seat than sit any part of his body on one of those couches.
“Wow,” Beth whispered as he killed the engine. “Who exactly are you meeting here?”
“An old friend.”
“Did you…”
He could imagine her wrinkling her nose as she took in the sight.
“Have you been here before?”
He grunted. “Unfortunately, I went through a bit of fucked-up stage after we left the cult.”
She stayed quiet but squeezed his waist once before releasing him to undo her helmet.
“If I can’t touch you, you’re too far away. Got it?” Saint asked as he dismounted the bike.
“Uh, yeah. Don’t worry. I’m not exactly eager to explore this place.”
As soon as her feet hit the ground, Saint palmed the back of her neck and pulled her close. She gasped at the possessive move, then squeaked when his lips met her ear. “As far as they are concerned, you’re mine.”
“Oh,” she whispered on an exhale. Her breath wafted across his neck, raising goose bumps along his skin. He fought to keep from letting a punch of lust distract him from his task as he scanned their surroundings.
“It’s the only way to keep you safe in here,” he whispered. Movement from the crumbling barn caught his attention. Someone, a woman who looked as though she’d not eaten in weeks, stumbled outside on unsteady legs. Her eyes had that high-as-a-kite glaze he’d seen too many times. She wobbled off to the side of the building, hiked her dirty sundress over her hips, and squatted to piss right there out in the wild.
Lovely.
Saint tightened his hold on Beth. “Try not to tense up if I get handsy. We’ve got to sell it. One whiff that you’re not protected, and every fucker here will be looking to take advantage.”
She nodded, making the shell of her ear brush against his lips. Fuck, how he wanted to retrace the path with his tongue, maybe nip her earlobe just to feel her shiver against him.
But this was not the time or the place.
And as much as she turned him on, she was not the woman.
“Whatever you need, Saint.”
If only.
“Okay.” He straightened and tucked her against his side with an arm around her shoulders. Of course, her skin had to be smooth and warm, enticing him to run his fingertips up and down her arm. If it weren’t for the need to stay as alert as possible, he’d have struggled to resist the urge.
“Is that woman peeing?” Beth asked as he steered her toward the shitty red building. A woman squatted right on the grass for all to see. “Gross.”
“We’ll be damn lucky if that’s the grossest thing we see while we’re here.”
“Awesome,” she muttered. “You have no idea how hard I’m trying not to ask you hundreds of questions about your past.”
He grunted. “It was fucked up.”
“Yeah.” She slid her arm around his waist, anchoring them even closer. “I gathered that much.”
As they reached the open entrance, a man at least five inches shorter than Saint stepped in their path. He wore jeans and a dirty wife-beater showing off his track-mark-riddled arms. His greasy hair and unkempt beard spoke to his poor hygiene as much as the decaying teeth spoke to his drug habit.
“The fuck are you?” he asked, eyes narrowed as he took in Saint’s cut. “We ain’t got no trouble with the MC.”
“Not yet, you don’t. I’m looking for Stillman.”
He raised an eyebrow. “He want you to find him?”
Saint nodded. “Yeah. He told me to meet him here.”
The guy’s cloudy gaze shifted to Beth, who stiffened under his blatant perusal. Saint could practically feel the effort it took her to keep from snapping at him, but thankfully, she squashed her instincts. Any other time, he’d have loved to watch her verbally eviscerate this piece of shit, but they’d be leaving with nothing if she did that now.
“He’s in there. I can get him for you, but it’s gonna cost ya.” He grinned, revealing the yellowed nubs of what was once a complete set of teeth. “Seems like you brought the perfect payment.”
He reached for Beth, who sucked in a harsh breath, but before his hand got anywhere near her, Saint captured his wrist in a punishing grip.
“Unless you want your insides ripped out through your asshole by your own hand, I suggest you do not touch what’s mine.”
“Fuck you, dickhead. Now I ain’t telling Stillman shit.”
Saint gripped him harder. The guy’s fragile wrist bones shifted beneath Saint’s squeezing fingers.
“Fuck. Fine!” he shouted as he arched his back, trying to relieve the pain. “Jesus, he’s in there. Go ahead.”
Saint shook his head once. “Get him. We’re not setting foot inside that cesspool.”
“Fuck y… okay! I’ll get him. Christ.”
He finally released the writhing guy, who turned and wandered into the dark, putrid barn.
“Didn’t want sloppy biker seconds anyway,” he muttered as he stumbled away, rubbing his wrist.