Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
“Nothing is …” She wanted to assure him that nothing would happen to him, that he would see their son grow, but she couldn’t. No one was guaranteed tomorrow, not even a Last Rider.
He slid the dress down over her hips. “I don’t exactly drive the safest mode of transportation.”
“You do have a car.”
“Which I hate driving. I’m not meant to be cooped up.”
She had to agree with him there. “No, you’re not.” Winding her arms around his neck, she didn’t struggle as Moon lowered them back onto the bed.
She cupped his face between her hands as she stared into his eyes. Moon would never be an easy man to love. The more a woman sought to chain him down, the more he would struggle to be free. It not only pertained to women but to anyone who sought to claim his loyalty. The Last Riders even only took what he was willing to give them, nothing more. Anyone who attempted to push past the invisible line that Moon had set to keep himself isolated would find themselves grasping air.
The only one who stood a modicum chance in hell of getting past Moon’s guard was Jace. That was why he was so overprotective of his son. Jace was his kryptonite.
Helplessly, she let him lure her back under his spell. In the last year, he had made concession after concession for her—buying a home, not attending the parties—and as far as she knew, he hadn’t cheated on her, other than that kiss and one bike ride. He had even confided in her why he wanted her to be a Last Rider. It gave a woman hope that maybe, just maybe, he was starting to care for her … starting to love her.
Holding that hope to her chest, she let go of the last of her fears and gave him the final vestiges of love she had been holding back. Opening her soul to his … She’d worry about getting it back another day. Tonight, it belonged to Moon.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
Hovering her hand over a glass on the shelf, Larissa asked Moon as he came around the counter, “Would you like me to make you a glass of juice?”
“No, thanks. I’m late.”
Leaning back against him when he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, she gave in to the pleasure of his mouth nuzzling her neck.
“What time are you getting off today?”
“I should be done by twelve.” She lowered her arm from the cabinet to link her fingers with his at her waist. “I thought I would give Mom the day off and run some errands with Jace; take him to the park for some fresh air. What would you like me to make for dinner?”
“How about you ask Kendra or one of your sisters if they’ll babysit tonight? We could get dressed up and eat at King’s, or splurge and drive to Jamestown. There’s a nice restaurant there we could check out.”
“Can we go on your motorcycle?”
She felt Moon pulling away before his arms did. Her throat grew tight as he moved to the fridge for a bottle of water. Blaming herself for pushing him to take her on a motorcycle ride when he had made it obvious several times that he didn’t want to, she once again told herself that she had to learn to pick her battles with him, and this one, she wasn’t going to win.
On the brighter side, she had been basking in the attention he had been giving her.
After arriving home from The Last Riders’ party, they had spent the whole weekend alone with Jace, spending much of it in bed during Jace’s naptimes.
Refusing to lose the glow surrounding her after the wonderous weekend they had spent making love, and what she had taken as them growing closer emotionally, she gave herself a mental nudge to just take it slow and not push Moon past his limits.
“We can do King’s,” she quickly gave in. “I love their appetizers.”
He pulled her back into his arms, where he rewarded her with a passionate kiss that ended abruptly when her mother walked into the kitchen, placing Jace’s empty bottle in the sink.
“Morning, Kendra,” Moon greeted her mother cooly.
“Moon,” her mother responded smoothly.
Giving Moon and her mother reprimanding glares at the insulting expressions they gave each other as they passed behind the counters, Larissa filled her glass with juice.
“I’m going to head out.” Pausing beside her, Moon pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll see you around five?”
“Okay.”
As she made a slice of toast, she was aware of her mother’s watchful gaze. “What?” she asked, turning around.
“You seem particularly sunny today.”
Smilingly, she buttered the toast. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Her mother’s lips tightened into a thin line. “Oh, I don’t know … he shut you down pretty hard when you suggested going to Jamestown on his motorcycle.”