Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I stumble after him, feeling dazed and a little drunk off his kisses.
Coy glances back at me, a smug look on his face.
And that’s when I notice the bright red lipstick smeared all over his lips.
Laughter bubbles out of me and Coy grins, completely oblivious, as he leads me up to a black beast of a motorcycle.
I should probably tell him…
But he totally deserves it.
“Let me start her up first and get her purring then you can get on,” he says, giving my hand an affectionate squeeze before he drops it.
I nod and watch as he walks up to the motorcycle and swings his leg over it. He kicks the kickstand up, straightens the bike, and starts it up.
I find myself jumping back, the loud rumbling sound startling me.
Eyes glittering, Coy twists one of the handles and revs the rumbling engine, showing off.
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
Boys and their toys.
Sticking his arm out, he holds his hand out to me. “Come on, darlin’, hop on behind me.”
My lips quirk up with a smirk as I walk up and put my hand in his. “Darlin’, huh? That’s a new one.”
Coy uses my hand to tug me close again and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “I’m in a good mood. I wanted to call you sex kitten but figured you wouldn’t appreciate that.”
Tipping my head back, I laugh for a second. Then I lower my lashes seductively as I press against him and drop my voice to a purr, “I don’t know. I’m in a good mood too, I might have liked it.”
“Woman,” Coy growls, his gaze heating, “get on the bike or we’ll never get out of here.”
“Ah, back to woman so soon,” I snicker and let go of his hand.
Coy gives my butt a little smack as I walk the couple of steps it takes to get on the seat behind him.
I yelp and give him a dark look before I grab onto his shoulder. He chuckles, and not willing to delay us any longer, I simply shake my head.
Using his shoulder as my handle, I start to step onto the foot peg only to suddenly freeze.
Out of nowhere, ice cold, paralyzing terror washes over me.
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
“Allie?”
Even my heart feels frozen behind ribs, no longer beating.
“Allie, are you going to get on?”
My foot suddenly drops back down to the ground, the movement jarring me a little.
“Allie, what the fuck?”
Grabbing me by the side of my vest, Coy yanks me over to his front, but I still can’t move until he gives me a little shake. “What the hell?”
Blinking at Coy, I try to draw in air, but I’m so cold…
So fucking cold it almost burns.
Coy gives me another shake but harder this time and roars in my face, “Allie, fucking talk to me, goddammit!”
I suck in a shrill breath and my eyes widen in terror as I look at him.
His face is nearly as terrified as mine as he looks back at me. “What’s wrong, baby? Tell me what’s wrong.”
The air in my lungs bursts from me quickly followed by tears as I gasp, “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” he asks, still looking terrified but also confused.
I shove hard at his chest and stumble away from the motorcycle. “I can’t do it, Coy. I can’t do it!”
“Do what?” Coy asks, confusion still etched on his face. Then it suddenly must dawn on him because he shouts, “Fuck!” and shuts down the bike.
Shaking my head, I continue to back up, feeling like I need to put as much space as fucking possible between me and that motorcycle.
Getting off the bike, Coy quickly walks up to me and pulls me into his arms.
More tears burst from me as he wraps me up in a tight hug. “It’s okay, baby. It will be okay.”
He continues to say soothing, comforting things to me until my tears finally die down.
Once I start to relax against him, he brushes my hair back and tips my face up to look at him. “It will be okay, Allie Cat, I promise. You can trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’m not Horse, I’ll drive nice and slow for you.”
I understand everything until he mentions a horse.
“Horse?” I ask.
Coy scowls and his hand strokes against my cheek. “The guy who was drivin’ when you were in that accident.”
“I don’t remember that,” I remind him, my voice sounding small and weak.
“Fuck,” he says and cringes. “Yeah, I forgot…”
I could almost laugh at the irony of that, if I wasn’t so fucked up. I honestly still don’t remember the accident everyone keeps telling me about, but something about getting on that motorcycle scares the living shit out me.
He lets out a big sigh and gives me a squeeze. “I’ll still take it slow and easy…”