Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“It’s a place to lay my fuckin’ head and get some privacy. That’s about it. Don’t need to be fancy.”
She turned. “No, it doesn’t.” She tipped the bottle to her lips and the cool liquid slid down her throat. She needed the beer to take off the edge because right now she was a ball of nerves.
If he broke out a joint, she might even take a hit, even though she normally didn’t smoke, pot or otherwise.
Of course, the second she thought it, he pulled what looked like a fatty as well as a lighter out of his leather cut’s inner pocket. He tossed both onto the low table in front of the couch, shrugged out of his colors and hung the worn vest on a hook next to the door. He probably never walked out of his place not representing the Knights.
That was typical MC behavior. She rarely saw anyone in the Fury not wearing theirs unless they had a good reason. Shade for sure, because he usually removed his cut as soon as he entered the house.
With a tip of his head toward the couch, he scooped up the joint and lighter as he rounded the table. Then he dropped his big body onto the couch.
She was really surprised Romeo wasn’t immediately dragging her upstairs to his bed. He acted as if he was in no rush to have sex. Like the two of them normally hung out together. As if they were best buds.
Was it that obvious that she was a bit wired, and he thought the weed would help?
He patted the seat next to him. “C’mere.” He lifted the joint. “This’ll take the edge off quicker than beer. And I want you fuckin’ sober.”
She pretended to misunderstand. “Sober for what?”
“For what you came here for.”
As she headed over to the couch—and him—she asked, “What did I come here for?”
“We playin’ dumb now? Or you just fuckin’ with me?”
She sat next to him but, unlike him, she perched on the edge. “I wouldn’t have come at all if I was fucking with you, Rome.”
He tucked the blunt between his lips and lit the rolled tip. He took a few quick puffs until the end burned steadily, then took a long pull. While he held the smoke deep down in his lungs, he offered it to her.
She stared at it a few seconds, debating whether she should or shouldn’t.
Fuck it.
She came here to get her mind off work. And Roger.
If a combination of sex and pot was what it took, then… When in Rome…
She took the rolled joint from him and tentatively took a hit. When it reached her lungs, she began to hack.
A deep chuckle came from the man sitting next to her. He plucked the joint from her fingers, taking another long drag on it.
She wrinkled her nose and rubbed her chest since her lungs were still on fire.
“You smoke weed before?”
“A few times, but not regularly. I’m assuming that’s not the case with you.”
He held the joint out to her again and shook his head. “Nope. Helps keep my temper in check.”
“You have a temper?” That was surprising. She was used to Trip’s hair trigger temper but wasn’t aware of Romeo’s.
“Got no patience for bullshit.”
She took the hand-rolled joint from him. “That makes two of us.” After taking another hit—definitely not as long as Romeo’s—she did her best to keep the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds without coughing before blowing it up and away from them.
The burn wasn’t so bad the second time.
Even better, it was starting to work its magic. The ball of stress in her chest was beginning to unravel.
Maybe she didn’t need to have sex with Romeo. Maybe all she needed was to get stoned. Or at least buzzed.
After grabbing her beer off the floor where she’d left it, she scooted back and sank into the very comfortable couch with a sigh.
His body heat practically seared her where their thighs and arms pressed together, but she didn’t move away.
“When did you get your road name?”
He snorted. “When I was about sixteen.”
She bugged her eyes out at him. “Really? You were a dog as a teenager, too?” Figures.
His cocky grin made her pulse speed up and warmth swirl through her until it landed between her legs.
Her head knew he was trouble. Apparently, the rest of her didn’t care.
“Always loved the ladies.”
“But they don’t always love you,” she countered.
“Ain’t lookin’ for love.”
“No, just wet pussy, right?”
Holy shit, did that just come out of her mouth? She glanced at the blunt still in his thick fingers. It must be some good shit. But then, he probably had the right connections.
She took another swig of her beer in an attempt to douse the fire in her belly. She needed to keep her head about her.