Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
His words remind me that he’s a biker and we’re in his clubhouse. I’ve read so many biker romances and love the culture. I love the way you feel me rolls off his lips.
“How do I keep you out?” I say, changing the subject as I feel my thoughts about to turn dirty.
“Search for the door within and pull it shut. You can let me in and out as you please. It’s my hope that someday we will leave the door open for each other,” he says.
“Are you keeping me out because of her?” I murmur, dropping my gaze to his chest.
He reaches to lift my chin until our eyes lock. “I’m keeping you out so I don’t frighten you away. Last night is as vanilla as I get, baby girl.”
“Oh, okay.”
He leans in and takes my lips in a passionate kiss. I place my hand on his face and get lost in the all-consuming lip lock. He falls back against the bed, pulling me along with him.
Just when I think things are going to heat up and he’ll forget about taking a break, my stomach growls loudly. I’m so embarrassed I pull away and cover my face.
Rolling onto my back, I try to remember the last thing I ate. I burned that food from the diner off hours ago. Feeling the bed shift beside me, I peek through my hands.
With a dark, delicious chuckle, Bradan pries my hands from my face. His smile lights up his entire face as he looks down at me. I’m in awe as I look back at him.
“Come, let me feed you. We will find my brothers so you can meet them. They will be happy to know I’ve found my mate.”
“You want me to meet your brothers? How many do you have?”
“Three. One older, one younger, and my younger twin. And of course. You will meet my brotherhood as well. You’re family now. Everyone needs to know you’re mine.”
My heart swells to hear him call me his. The more I’m with him, the more I feel like I belong. I knit my brows and drop my gaze.
“What has happened? You have shut me out. What is this look for?”
“I need to go get my car and I should probably check in with my roommates, although I doubt they’ve noticed I’m missing. I need to return to my real life.”
“And this upsets you? Has someone been hurting you?”
I gulp down a breath as his eyes flash with anger. As if the thought of someone harming me could set him off on a rampage. I think my words over before I speak.
I don’t know how to voice my feelings, so I open the door to allow him back in so he can see them for himself. He locks eyes with me and searches my gaze as my mind plays how I’m feeling now, how I feel living with my roommates, and how I’ve felt most of my life as I’ve grown up in foster care.
Understanding comes to his gaze. He leans in to kiss my forehead. Then he tugs me into his arms and gives me a tight squeeze.
“I already took care of your cage. It’s downstairs in the garage. I will take you to get your things from your apartment later.
“I can give your roommates the next six months’ rent. That should be more than enough time for them to find someone to fill your place,” he says.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“But I will. This will be your home now. You will be safer and happier here with me.”
“Bradan, I don’t think I was in any real danger. I don’t feel right taking advantage of you.”
He pecks me on the lips. “You’re not taking advantage of me, baby girl. I’m doing what your old man should. Get used to it.”
My stomach growls again, cutting off my retort. Bradan rolls away and stands from the bed. My face heats as his firm ass comes into view. God, he’s perfection on a whole other level.
I watch in awe as he fully dresses while standing on the side of the bed. His clothes appear on his body out of nowhere. He turns to look at me expectantly.
“I … I don’t have anything to wear.”
He gives me a smile. “You do now.”
I look down at my body and find I’m dressed in jeans and a cute little crop top. Not something I would wear, but it’s cute. When I see the little ballet shoes, I frown.
Bradan is already so much taller than me. I would have rather put my wedges back on. I stand from the bed and look around for them.
“What are you looking for, baby girl?”
“My shoes. These are cute, but they’re so flat.”
“I like you this way. I placed your things in my closet. Come, let’s go find something to eat.”