Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
He smoothed his hands over her back, loved that their fucking had her working up a sweat, and closed his eyes. Yeah, this was what happiness felt like, and this was only the second time being with her. That said a lot of how right this was, and Booshie wasn’t about to let that go.
Epilogue
Two months later
“If you keep sucking down that spaghetti like that, I’m going to walk out of here with a boner.”
Naggie nearly choked on her noodle, and he let out a deep chuckle.
“You always have a hard-on,” she said.
“Only for you, baby.” He reached across the table and took her hand in his.
It had already been two months since she had gone home with him, and as strange as it was for being so soon in their relationship, she felt herself falling hard for this roughened biker.
They hadn’t actually put a label on what they were doing with each other, but she wasn’t seeing anyone else, and he told her the same. They might have sex quite a bit, but then again, they were both very sexual people, and when something felt so right and good with someone, why restrict it?
The waitress came over and refilled their wine glasses, and this very easy and comfortable silence filled the air between them. This was like the fifth time they had gone to Spaghetti Warehouse, and to say they stood out like a sore thumb was an understatement. Here he sat with his Vicious Bastards cut on, the dark bandana on his head, and his big-ass body taking up the whole side of the booth.
And then here she was, covered in tattoos too, short blonde pixie hair, and looking like she belonged in a punk rock band. Yeah, they were two peas in a pod, so very different, but also the same.
He leaned back in his seat and drank his wine. The meal had been wonderful, and the company even more so. Rob was a distant memory, even if it had been only a couple months, but the bastard hadn’t stayed single for long, even though he professed his love to her. In fact, the last she heard, he moved Tally into his place.
The word was the neighbors could hear her bitching even with the windows shut, but it served the asshole right. She hoped Tally fucked him over royally, and then hoped she caught a horrendous case of crabs. Maybe not the best thought to have or wish on someone, but with a reputation like Tally had, it was bound to happen sooner or later.
Although Naggie couldn’t see Booshie’s newest tattoo due to his clothing, she knew it was there, right on his side and standing out proud. After their sexual escapade at the tattoo shop—which God forbid Cadeon ever found out about—she actually did give him the burning tree ink. To say it looked good on him was an understatement, but then again, a man like Booshie wore everything well.
“You almost ready, baby?” He reached in his back pocket and grabbed his wallet, which was attached to a silver chain.
She nodded, picked up her glass, and took several sips from it. “I’m ready to beat your ass at Guitar Hero.”
He grunted and tossed a few twenties on the table. Yeah, they had that kind of relationship, but she loved that they could be serious with each other and at other times just have fun. It went against the grain of the type of man he portrayed, but she loved that he showed only her that soft side of him.
It made her feel special, and Naggie had never felt that way in her entire life.
They still had a lot to learn about each other, and this was only the beginning of whatever it was they started, but she was looking forward to exploring this new chapter in her life.