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)
“My office,” I murmured to Britta, pointing at a closed door. Britta had a lot to learn about life in an MC, so I figured I might as well start right away.
We reached my room, and I unlocked it before ushering her inside. Then I pulled her into my arms and stared down at her. “You’re my priority, baby. Always. You need anything, you come to me. Don’t ever feel like you’re interrupting or unwelcome.”
Britta smiled warmly, her beautiful green eyes nearly making me forget what I’d been about to say.
“But there will be shit that I’m not allowed to share with you. Sometimes I’ll come out to talk to you rather than letting you in.”
She nodded, and I was relieved when her expression held acceptance rather than anger.
“In private, you can argue with me, yell, throw things, whatever. Even around my brothers, to a certain extent. But in front of prospects or other visitors, we have to keep up appearances, so you’ll have to do as I say without question.”
She stared at me thoughtfully for a second, then her expression turned cheeky and she asked, “But when we’re alone, I can scream at you?”
I laughed and brushed a kiss over her mouth before whispering in her ear, “Baby, you’ll definitely be screaming when we’re alone. For a whole different reason.”
Britta’s face turned pink, and a little smile lifted the corners of her mouth.
Just as quickly, her smile disappeared, and her green pools darkened. She sighed and hugged me tight, casting her eyes down before resting her cheek against my chest.
4
BRITTA
Ihated that my mom was missing, but I was finally with Shaw after two long years. I felt guilty over how happy I was to be in his arms when I didn’t even know if she was still alive. Sniffling, I pressed my face against his broad chest.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, pressing a finger under my chin to tilt my head back, his gorgeous blue eyes filled with concern.
“I’m warm and protected in your arms—where I’ve dreamed of being for the past two years—but my mom is out there. Someone could be hurting her right now. Or worse,” I rasped, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“I get where you’re coming from, but there will be no regrets when it comes to you and me being together, Britta.” He stroked his thumb across my cheek. “And you gotta know that I’ll do everything in my power to make sure your mom comes home to you.”
“Just so long as nothing bad happens to you while you’re doing it,” I whispered.
“You don’t need to worry about me, baby. Good old Uncle Sam trained me well, and five years as an Iron Rogue has only honed those skills.”
His reassurances helped soothe some of my nerves as I looked around his room, surprised by how clean it was. The one I had shared with my mom when we’d been here two years ago had been nice enough, but I had assumed that the rooms the men used would be more…lived in. Or downright dirty based on how my mom’s boyfriends never seemed to know how to clean.
Wanting to help where I could after all he’d done for me, I offered, “I can take over for your cleaner if you’d like.”
“Cleaner?” he echoed, his brows drawing together.
I swept my arm in a half circle to gesture around the room. “Whoever keeps your room like this. Your bed is made so well, I bet I could bounce a quarter off your mattress.”
He shook his head with a laugh that sent a shiver of awareness down my spine. “That’d be me, baby. Another thing being in the military taught me.”
“Oh.” I giggled, and his eyes darkened a shade.
Tugging me toward the bed, he suggested, “Maybe we should test your theory, but with something different than a quarter.”
I eyed the mattress, my panties growing damp. “Um…didn’t Maverick say that he was going to send Molly for me?”
“Fuck.” Shaw sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “You make it too damn easy to forget everything else.”
I felt a feminine thrill at knowing I could distract this man. He was so confident and sexy, but I was able to throw him off course. Knowing the impact I had on him gave me the courage to go after what I wanted. Rolling up on my toes, I brushed my lips against his.
The tiny peck I had planned to give Shaw quickly turned into more as he took control of the kiss. He took full advantage of my lips parting on a gasp, his tongue sliding between them to explore the depths of my mouth as it tangled with mine. One of his hands slid up my back to tangle in my hair while the other lifted so he could cup my cheek. Tilting my head back, he deepened the kiss, only pulling away when someone rapped their knuckles against the door and called, “Is it safe to come in?”