Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
She’d told me about the people we were going to meet and some of their backgrounds, which all seemed to be pretty traumatic and dark, although I could tell she was being careful not to be gossipy, hanging onto more intimate details that I only knew were there because of the reticence in her eyes.
The one thing I knew for certain was they had a ton of history together, and her affection for them all was clear.
My stomach tumbled as River wound around to the front where a slew of bikes were parked facing out. He slowed to a stop, then he used his boots to glide us in backward. He shut off the engine, and the loud grumble of the bike gave way to the sound of music thrumming through the walls of the club.
Voices and laughter carried within it, and I could almost taste the chaos in the air.
River took my hand and guided me off. Stormy eyes raked over me as I tried to keep my skirt down so I didn’t give everyone loitering in the parking lot a peek at my underwear.
Maybe this skirt had been a bad idea, but Raven had insisted I looked crazy hot, and well…that’s exactly what I wanted to be.
For him.
Because that’s the way he appeared to me.
So hot I felt as if I were getting burned alive as he swung all the way off his bike, rising high and so damned mighty where he stood over me. Wearing his signature uniform. Black tee and black jeans and worn motorcycle boots.
The man pure intimidation.
Pure fascination.
Color swirling out from beneath his sleeves and up his throat, his muscles bulging against the fabric.
My stomach twisted in need.
“How the fuck am I supposed to think straight tonight with you lookin’ like that?” he said as he took a step forward. The ground trembled beneath my feet.
He leaned in close, his big body concealing me from the group of people who walked past, the soles of their shoes scuffing on the loose pavement as they headed for the entrance.
He only edged closer. “How am I supposed to keep my hands off you when the only thing I’m going to be thinking about is this sweet little pussy right here?”
His hand wedged between my thighs, and he cupped me over my underwear. Pleasure sparked, and my head tipped back on a whimper.
River wound his arm around my waist to support me, and he burrowed his face in my neck, the words a growl as he muttered, “How am I going to get through the night without being inside of you?”
His fingers pushed against my sex. My vision went fuzzy.
“Maybe we should just go home.” It was an incoherent ramble from my mouth.
River chuckled against the sensitive flesh of my neck, and he kissed along the column as he whispered, “Eager girl. Just the way I like you. My fuckin’ perfection. Don’t worry, I’ll be taking this time to think up all the delicious things I plan to do to you once I get you home.”
I whimpered, and when he suddenly straightened, my knees were weak, and I was barely able to remain upright on the four-inch stilettos Raven had insisted on.
My wild new BFF had squealed yesterday morning when she found out we were the same shoe size when she’d been looking for something to wear while she was getting ready to go down to the shop. She’d claimed we really were meant to be. Tonight, she had been all too excited to dig around in her closet for the perfect shoes to wear with the outfit she’d picked.
River slipped his hand around my waist and pressed his mouth to my ear as he led me out of the shadows and into the spray of light that shined from the entrance. “Want you wet the whole night…thinking of all the ways I’m going to have you.”
I tried to press my thighs together as we walked, only my heels scudded on the gravel, and I nearly tripped.
Chuckling a sexy sound, River clamped his palm down on my ass and squeezed. “Oh, Little Runner, what I’m going to do to you.”
It was me who couldn’t think straight as he bypassed the line and led me directly to the door. A bouncer tipped his head in River’s direction. “Ah, River Tayte. How’s it going tonight?”
“Better than I deserve,” he told him, dragging me closer like I was the reason for it.
The man appraised me, and a smirk tugged at the edge of his mouth. “I can see that.”
He stepped aside to let us in, and I snuggled into River’s side as he led me into the throng.
It was much louder inside. Music blared from the overhead speakers, compliments of the country band that played on the elevated stage on the far side of the bar. The middle area that made up the dance floor was filled with couples doing a quick two-step.