Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
He pressed his face against her neck, and she felt him breathe her in, then he nipped at her tender flesh. Just as she was about to start removing his shirt, she heard the soft, subtle ring of his cell phone, which made her stop.
“Road, someone is calling you,” she said.
He pulled away with a frown. In all the time he’d been coming around to her, not once had she heard him get a call. This was unusual.
Road slid his hands out from beneath her shirt, and leaned over to where he’d put his cell phone.
“Road,” he said, answering it, still with that stern look on his face.
She couldn’t quite make out what the other person was saying, but Road nodded his head. “I’ll be there.”
He ended the call.
“Is everything okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, everything is okay, but I’ve got to go.”
“Oh,” Dinah said. He was already pulling away, and Dinah pushed her shirt down, then got to her feet, following him as he reached for his leather jacket. “I’ll see you later?”
She didn’t want to seem like a problem, or pester him, but knowing where he was going would have been nice.
Road frowned as he looked up at her. She tried to offer him a smile.
“Would you like to come?”
“Do I get to know where I’m being invited?” she asked, a little confused by Road’s ever-changing mood.
“The hospital. My … boss, his wife is having his kid, and I’ve got to be there,” Road said.
“You do?”
“Most of the club is there, and with all the shit going on, it’s important that I be there.”
“I’d love to,” Dinah said.
She grabbed her jacket, and without another word, they stepped out into the evening light.
“Uh, how about we drive in my car?” she said, looking at his death trap of a machine. She’d never ridden on the back of a bike before and tonight didn’t seem like the ideal place to start practicing.
“Nah, we’ll take my bike. Don’t worry, I’ll get you there in one piece,” he said, sliding his leg across the seat as he began to straddle his machine.
She had no doubt he would get there in one piece, but what about her? He didn’t have any helmets, and all she could do was try to trust him. I can do this.
It didn’t even seem like hard work. All she had to do was slide her leg across, and then sit on the back seat and hold onto Road’s waist. She’d watched enough movies where it was happening.
She took a deep breath and then followed her own simple directions, letting out a little gasp as he suddenly grasped her hands and pulled them around his waist.
“You’ve got to hold on tight to me. You don’t want to risk falling off.”
“You’re not exactly helping me with wanting to come.”
He turned over the ignition of his bike and started to bring it to life. The machine purred beneath her legs, and she couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sheer power of the bike.
She continued to hold onto him, a little fearful about what letting go would mean, and then they were off on the road. Dinah tried to keep her eyes open and watch everything that was happening, but she still couldn’t help being a little fearful.
Road wasn’t slowing down, and she held onto him even tighter. It did feel good, the wind flowing through her hair, surrounding her. She couldn’t help but feel a little free as she let the motions take her.
Road was an expert on his machine, but she didn’t expect anything less from him. During the time they had gotten to know one another, she had come to see there were parts of his personality she understood. Whenever Road set out to do anything, he did it to the best of his ability, no questions asked. He excelled at everything he did, from cooking to riding a bike. She had no doubt all challenges would be met and conquered. He’d been determined to make her forget the pain of her first time, and he was insistent that every time they had sex, she experience an orgasm.
She knew these were just silly things that didn’t really matter. They were not necessary in living a life, but they were part of who Road was. She also came to realize that his past within the Golubev Bratva had fucked with his head, and so had the scars he’d gotten just by being part of it.
Road was a complex man. There was nothing simple about him. But she found herself being utterly charmed by him.
They arrived at the hospital. She wasn’t sure how long it had taken them, and she wasn’t about to start complaining.
He parked his bike, along with what felt like a sea of other bikes, and she looked around, amazed at the sheer volume of them. Anyone coming to the hospital might be a little intimidated by what they were seeing. Not her.