Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Not realizing she had closed her eyes during that replay in her mind, she popped them open and saw they were headed out of town.
She had no idea where they were going. But before long, her stress seemed to melt away as he took her on a ride through the countryside, over hills and hugging the curves of the road. The longer they rode, the less she wanted to head back to reality.
Being on the back of what he called his “sled” felt like freedom. She wished she wasn’t wearing the helmet because she needed to feel the wind in her hair and on her face. She opened the shield and tipped her face toward the sun, closing her eyes once more to enjoy its warm summer rays.
Every once in a while, Dawg would lay a hand on her knee and squeeze. And sometimes he’d even let it linger which sent butterflies fluttering in her belly. Not only did he have mad skills with his tongue, but his fingers were a close second.
She let the vibrations of the bike soothe away her worries. For some reason, the man in front of her made her think everything was going to end up all right. Maybe she was foolish in believing that. But she had to hold on to at least that thread of hope.
All those months of begging people to help her and they would, but only if she could write them a fat check or hand over a wad of cash. She understood it, though. Her problems weren’t theirs. They, whether it was her attorney or her investigator, had a business to run, expenses to pay.
But the man in front of her, the biker, the strip club manager, the person she least expected to help her, was giving her everything she needed. He was being generous with his time and his connections. And for what?
He’d known her for only a split moment. That was all. And he had taken everything she’d told him about Lily’s abduction as truth, never once questioning her. Not once.
But she’d never be able to repay him for his generosity. And that wasn’t fair to him.
Suddenly the motorcycle slowed, and Dawg pulled off into a wooded area into what looked like a state park. The parking lot was half full since, even though it was hot and humid, it was still a beautiful day and it was early yet. The real heat would hit later in the afternoon. But by then, both of them would be inside the air-conditioned club.
After looping the bike around the paved lot, he walked it backward into an empty spot, kicked the stand down and shut the engine off.
He yanked the bandana that covered his mouth down his face. “Get off.”
She did what she was told and couldn’t wait to remove the helmet. When her head was finally free, she shook her hair out and sighed with relief. “I don’t want to wear that.”
“Gotta wear it,” he said, climbing off his bike.
“You don’t.”
“Yeah,” was all he grunted, took the helmet from her and hung it over one of the handlebars.
She glanced around looking for any indication of their location. “Where are we?”
“A park.”
Emma shot him an exasperated look, and he smirked.
“Stop here sometimes on club runs.”
“What’s a club run?”
“When we all go out ridin’ our sleds together,” he answered.
“That sounds nice.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s nice.”
“You guys do that often?”
“When the weather’s good, yeah.”
She looked up at the tall trees that lined the lot. At least there was shade where he parked. “So, what’s special about this park?”
“Gonna show you.”
“Don’t we need to get back? I need to get to work.”
“Don’t worry, I know the manager.”
“Well, sometimes he can be a bit of a grump,” she answered Dawg as he grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him.
“Was he grumpy when his face was buried in your cunt this mornin’?”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Was he grumpy when his dick was makin’ you squeal?”
“I didn’t squeal.”
“The fuck you didn’t. So loud my ears were ringin’. Musta been doin’ somethin’ right.”
Emma giggled. “Must have.”
As he led her along, she watched her footing as they traveled along a narrow dirt trail through the woods. She was glad she had thrown on a pair of sneakers this morning. Every time they’d pass hikers coming the opposite direction, they’d stare at Dawg wide-eyed. She guessed he wasn’t the sort of man you met along a trail in the woods. At least voluntarily. Then their eyes would land on him gripping her hand tightly as he pulled her along behind him and they would give her a look that almost seemed to be out of concern.
She’d just smile and trudge along after him, trying not to trip. Because if she did, he’d most likely continue to drag her over the tree roots and exposed rocks. He probably wouldn’t even realize he was hauling dead weight behind him.