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)
Maybe smoking pot and drinking beer wasn’t the best idea to do that.
“Never promised shit to any of ‘em.”
“No, you only did a bunch of sweet talking, right?”
“More like talkin’ dirty.”
“Well, you do have a way with words, Romeo.”
“My way must not be so fuckin’ bad seein’ you’re here.”
Yes, she was. But she was fully aware of the kind of man he was. And tonight, she was okay with that. She only wanted the same as what she wanted from him that night five years ago in his RV.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
The only thing different tonight would be her level of experience. As well as being in a structure that had a foundation instead of wheels.
She held out her hand.
He shook his head, took his sweet ol’ time licking his fingers, then pinched the end of the joint to extinguish it before tossing what was left back onto the table in front of them.
She stared at it with longing since she was now relaxed. Even so, him cutting her off was most likely for the best. She already felt like she was floating and also had the strong urge to take a nap.
Only, she didn’t come over here for a slumber party.
“Do you mind if I grab another beer?” Maybe that would wake her up a little more. She pushed herself to her feet, but before she could take a step toward the kitchen, he grabbed her arm and tugged her sharply, making her land on his lap.
“No.”
His thighs were thick, warm, and hard.
“No? Then what can I have?” she whispered.
His thighs weren’t the only thing hard. “You’re lookin’ at it.”
She turned herself until she straddled his lap, and their faces were only inches apart. “I am now.”
She met his brown eyes. So dark that she couldn’t see where the dark iris ended, and the black outer ring began. But that wasn’t all she noticed.
His eyes held heat and a promise, making her pussy quiver and her nipples peak.
She combed her fingers through his thick beard. “When’s the last time you’ve seen your cheeks?” Good lord, her breathless question gave away how much she wanted him right now.
She didn’t understand the attraction. For her, anyway. He chased anyone with tits and a few available holes.
“Long time. What’s with all the fuckin’ questions?”
She yanked one shoulder up in a half-shrug. “Maybe I want to get to know you better.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Why?”
So she didn’t feel guilty about doing exactly what Romeo normally did? Using someone simply for sex? Only wanting to bang and bounce?
Not being worried about strings? Not having to deal with a possessive man trying to rule her life afterward?
Truthfully, all of that sounded perfect. It was exactly what she needed. Nothing more. She was fine with one night of bumping and grinding.
“You’re right. There’s no valid reason to get to know you at all, Rome. Beyond what I already know, anyway.”
His eyes narrowed on her. “Just here to use me.”
She cocked an eyebrow back at him. “That’s right. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Long as you don’t gotta problem with me doin’ the same to you.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I did.”
Instead of him looking relieved at her words, his expression turned sour.
Chapter Thirteen
Holy shit. Was Romeo bothered by the fact a woman would actually want to have sex with no strings attached? Women beside sweet butts, that was.
That couldn’t be rare in his world, could it?
It was only logical to assume some women wanted to hook up with him with the end game of wearing his cut. Being the ol’ lady of a club president held some status and power in the MC world.
While technically MC “royalty” didn’t exist, Stella, Trip’s ol’ lady, was certainly considered the queen of the Blood Fury’s kingdom. But then, she was the perfect partner for the BFMC’s ruling “king.”
“You don’t have to worry about me wanting anything more than the sole reason I came here for. You can breathe easy, Rome.”
He cupped her ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “Ain’t havin’ a problem breathin’, woman. Just wonderin’ why the quiz before we fuck, that’s all.”
“I won’t ask any more questions, then. I’ll simply stay blissfully ignorant about you, if that’s what you want.”
When he pinned his lips together, she grinned and grabbed his bearded face, got a good grip on the black, wiry hair, and pulled him forward as she leaned in.
“We don’t need to talk at all,” she whispered once their mouths were only a hairsbreadth away.
“Just how I fuckin’ like it,” he murmured back.
When she drew her tongue over her lips, his gaze followed. As soon as she was done, his eyes lifted and met hers.
Everything inside her clenched with what she saw in his. In that moment, she had no doubt that tonight he would deliver what she ordered.