Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57341 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
When River turned to look at me, he groaned softly. “Keep looking at me with those pretty little fuck-me eyes, and I swear I will drag you to that bed and fuck you hard, darlin’,” River warned me, his blue eyes darkening. If he meant it to sound like a threat, I sure as hell didn’t take it as one.
I crossed the distance between us, trailing my fingertips up his abs, over his hard, defined chest, and finally laced my fingers around his neck. I loved that he still found me attractive despite the ruined condition that my face was in. “Promise?” I asked him huskily.
With a slow, sexy smirk, he threw me over his shoulder, smacking my ass in the process. I squeaked in alarm. “That’s always a promise, darlin’.”
I slowly untangled my arms from around River once he parked his bike outside of his clubhouse. I unstrapped the helmet he had for me and slid off, handing it over to River.
“Go on inside,” he instructed. I sighed, looking over at the clubhouse. I wasn’t sure about spending my day inside of one of these buildings again, especially around men I didn’t know. “The club has already been informed you’re going to be here today, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” He stood from the bike and gripped my ass in his hands, drawing me against him. My breath hitched in my throat. “Make sure you get you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry,” I told him.
He shrugged. “Tough.” I scowled at him. He rubbed my belly with one of his hands, softening my mood. How was he so fucking good to me—for me—without even having to try? “Got a little one to feed now, remember?”
I sighed, knowing that I wasn’t about to win this argument. He kissed my forehead before giving my ass a light tap and releasing me.
“Darlin’,” River called from behind me as I turned toward the clubhouse. I looked at him over my shoulder. “Show ‘em who the fuck you are,” he told me, a smirk tilting his lips as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
A slight smile tilted my own lips since smiling fully hurt too fucking much. He was telling me to stand my ground and that he would fully back me up in whatever… within reason, of course. But even then, I had a feeling he would correct me in private.
I strode into the clubhouse, walking into a round of arm wrestling. “A fighting ring would be much more fun to watch,” I commented nonchalantly as I walked past.
“Women keep their mouths shut around here,” one of the men stated, narrowing his eyes at me.
I eyed him with distaste, taking in his brown hair and the unkempt beard that was the same color as his hair. He was muscular, easily three times my size, and I rolled my eyes when he intentionally flexed his arm muscles as if that would intimidate me.
“Not this one,” I informed him.
“Probably why your face looks like it does,” a woman probably around the age of nineteen or twenty sneered.
River stepped into the clubhouse with Sam, and instantly everyone shut the fuck up and focused their attention on him. I snorted as I moved behind the bar to the kitchen. What pussies. I looked over my shoulder at River, and his gaze met mine, amusement shining in their blue depths.
I blew a kiss at him before I disappeared into the kitchen, rummaging for something sweet—cereal that had a fuck ton of sugar in it, preferably. I blew out a breath in frustration when I didn’t find any. All they had were salty snacks, a bunch of fucking beer, and food that had to be cooked. All I wanted was unhealthy cereal and milk.
I pushed back through the kitchen door, finding River sitting at the bar, talking to the man with the beard from earlier. “River, there’s no cereal,” I grumbled, drawing his attention to me.
“So, find something else to eat, girly,” the man snapped before River could open his mouth, annoyed at being interrupted. I glared at the man, a silent dare for him to continue. He was on a power trip, and I fucking hated men like that.
“Watch your fucking tone with her,” River warned him, his voice low and gravelly. I smirked when the man scowled but kept his mouth shut. “Mel!” River called, grabbing the young woman’s attention from earlier. “Take this,” he said, pulling a twenty from his wallet, “and go get a box of cereal—the sugariest shit you can find—and a gallon of whole milk,” he instructed.
She nodded, taking the twenty from him and rushing out of the clubhouse doors. Henry stumbled out of the back hallway with a groan, drawing River’s attention to him. River quickly got off his stool, his features morphing into something that rivaled the devil’s. “Oh, great, your finally fucking awake,” he snarled.