Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
He helped me out of the car, bending low to sweep my belongings back into my purse and handing it to me before guiding me over to his motorcycle. “Your car isn’t safe to drive so you’re gonna have to ride on the back of my bike.”
I’d never been on a motorcycle before—Gideon started riding after he left home—so Whiskey had to show me what to do. It was awkward holding a stranger’s back while blood dripped down my cheek, but at least the ride was quick, and my brother was walking across the parking lot when we pulled inside the gates.
2
BLADE
“Merry Christmas, Blade!” someone called out. I responded with a half-assed wave and a grunt as I ambled toward one of the long tables set up in the kitchen of the Iron Rogues clubhouse. My prez’s old lady had insisted on a party on Christmas Day, and while I would have preferred to be up in my room, passed out in my bed, I didn’t want to disappoint Dahlia or piss off Fox by making her unhappy in any way. But after working a double shift in the ER, I was fucking exhausted. Although the delicious smells of the food being prepared made my stomach growl.
The merriment all around me was getting on my nerves, but it wasn’t anyone’s fault that I was being a grumpy bastard, so I decided to try to avoid further peopling. I fished my phone out of the pocket of my cut and started reading an article about new regenerative medicine technologies.
“You could at least try to have a good time, Blade.”
I glanced up to see Sheila, the old lady of one of my club brothers, grinning at me as she approached the table with a large platter of carved turkey. Dropping my phone, I jumped up to grab the serving plate and set it down for her.
“I’m having a good time,” I muttered, causing her to laugh and pat my cheek as if I were a child, making me roll my eyes good-naturedly.
Sheila’s man, Tank, was one of the oldest active members of the club, having patched long ago when Fox’s dad had been president of the MC. She’d been the only old lady for several years—until recently when our prez and VP—Maverick—both fell hard and fast for their women. She was a natural caretaker, so she tended to “mother” us. And we put up with it because, quite frankly, she was awesome, and we all adored her.
“Too bad Santa didn’t bring you a woman for Christmas,” she teased. “Maybe next year.”
“Santa knows better than that,” I grumbled. “Don’t have time to deal with female shit. No offense.”
Sheila chuckled and winked at me. “None taken. But I’m going to really enjoy seeing some lucky lady knock you on your ass one of these days.” With another giggle, she pivoted and headed back to the cooking area for more food.
I followed her to help, and once the tables were loaded down with our dinner, we sat to eat. Before I’d taken more than a few bites, we were startled by the back door banging against the wall as it was shoved open. Storm—our road captain—stumbled in, carrying a woman in his arms. “Blade!” he shouted. “Need your help. Now!”
I jumped up from my spot at the table and rushed over to Storm, taking the shaking woman from him. When my gaze dropped to her pale face, I froze for a second. Shock flooded my system as my heart thumped hard, and my brain screamed, “Mine!”
She was fucking breathtaking. Staring up at me with deep brown eyes framed with thick black lashes. Long, dark hair hung in waves, cascading over my arm and down her back. She had mouthwatering curves that felt as if they’d been made just for me, fitting her perfectly in my arms and making me hard as a rock. Her rosebud lips were parted slightly, and she wore a similarly stunned expression. However, something else stood out from my quick perusal. She looked slightly familiar.
Raising my gaze to Storm, I grimaced as I realized that I was most likely holding his little sister. The one he’d warned us all off when he’d asked if she could work at The Midnight Rebel during her winter break from college.
Fucking hell.
“Clinic,” I grunted before spinning around and stalking down a hall that led to my medical office. After we entered the building directly behind the clubhouse that housed my clinic, I flipped on the lights before walking straight into the exam room. Reluctant to let her go but knowing I needed to if I wanted to examine her, I set her on the padded table.
“I was in a car accident,” she murmured softly. “I got a little lightheaded on the ride here, but I’m fine. Really.”