Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Maverick spit out the sip of whiskey he’d just taken and stared at me in complete shock. “No fucking way.”
“I couldn’t make this shit up, brother. The head of security is a fucking woman.”
Before Mav could respond, my cell phone rang. It was on the bar top to my left, so I glanced at the screen, fully intending to ignore it.
However, it was the number from the security booth at the gate. “It’s Jimmy,” I said with a frown as I picked up my phone.
“Is there a problem?” Mav asked, pulling out his phone to open the security feed from the cameras out front.
I shrugged and answered, putting it on speaker. “Stone.”
“Need you to come out to the gate. A girl here says she’s under our protection and needs help. She’s asking for you.”
“Son of a bitch,” Maverick cursed. “Fox is gonna lose his fucking mind.”
Before I could ask, he showed me the screen, and everything in me froze.
“Let her through,” Mav grunted to Jimmy since I was obviously incapable of thinking about anything except the woman with the curvy body and gorgeous blond hair.
Reality returned in a rush, and I slammed my glass on the bar top so hard it cracked. “He’s not going to keep her from me,” I seethed, feeling homicidal at the thought of losing Britta again.
“I’ll handle it. Go.”
I stalked around the bar and across the room, then into the hallway, yanking the door open so hard it crashed into the wall.
The car I’d seen on the camera was just pulling up as I exited the clubhouse, and I headed straight for it.
I was nearly there when the door swung open, and Britta came flying out, her long hair streaming behind her as she ran straight into my arms.
Holy fuck. I’d waited so long to feel her body pressed against mine. My dreams couldn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
The thought that there must be something wrong if she was here hung on the periphery of my mind, but I was too consumed with my desperate need for her to consider anything rational right then.
I closed my arms around her, holding her plastered against me, but I glided one hand up her back and tangled it in her hair. Firmly but gently, I pulled on it until her face was tilted up.
Then I crashed my mouth down on hers.
Britta melted against me immediately, and I grunted in approval as I held her even tighter.
She let out a little gasp, and I plunged my tongue inside to taste her sweetness.
My need for her was primal, and the kiss quickly became carnal. It was only the chill of the late January wind that reminded me where we were before I lost my mind and fucked her right there on the grass in front of the clubhouse.
But it was only the reminder that she was probably in danger that gave me enough strength to end my assault on her mouth.
“Stone,” she sighed, relief evident in her tone as she rested her cheek against my chest. “I need your help.”
“Shaw,” I corrected.
“What?” she asked, looking up at me, her expression confused.
“Stone is my road name, baby. You call me Shaw.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks turned adorably pink, and her lips curled up into a pretty smile, but it dropped half a second later as her expression darkened with fear.
I was about to ask about it, but she shivered, and I realized she was only wearing a sweater. Tennessee generally had mild weather, but January was still our coldest month, and it was in the low fifties.
“Let’s get you inside. Then we can talk,” I muttered as I released her, although I kept one arm around her as I led her to the front door.
Maverick was waiting just inside, and he nodded at her in greeting. “Britta. I’d say nice to see you, but I assume you wouldn’t be here unless there was a problem.”
He turned and led the way down the hall in the opposite direction of the lounge.
“Where are we going?” she asked softly, looking around with apprehension.
“Maverick’s office. So we can talk in privacy, baby. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Fox is on his way,” Mav said over his shoulder as he strolled through the door to a room that looked similar to the prez’s office. However, the decor made it obvious who belonged in each one.
Britta frowned. “Will he be here soon? Because I need help fast.”
He gave me a look and added, “He was…at The Room.”
I nodded in acknowledgment. The Room was a small, nondescript building on the back of the fenced property. We used it to deal with…people who needed encouragement to talk or ones who needed to be put in the ground.
“He’ll only be a couple of minutes, baby.”
“Have a seat,” Maverick suggested. Once he sat behind his desk and I had settled Britta on the couch next to me, Mav smiled at her. He had a way of putting people at ease, something we’d had in common until Britta was ripped away from me and I grew into an angry bastard all the time.