Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“How many more lessons do they have left?”
He wasn’t buying her matter-of-factness. The more Jewell tried to hide her true feelings, the more impassive she became.
“Six, which is the same number I told you last night when you asked.” Dodging another air-thrown missile, he sauntered to the door. “The way Stud keeps making excuses to reschedule, I’ll be here at least another month, if that’s what you’re trying to figure out.”
“I wasn’t.”
Rory wagged a finger at her. “Be careful; your nose will grow.”
“I’m not lying.”
“No?” Rory sauntered back to her desk. Reaching for her hand, he placed it directly on the front of his jeans. “You’re not going to miss this?”
Rory released a hiss of air when Jewell unbuttoned his jeans then slid the zipper downward. His long cock sprang free. The palms of his hands flattened on the desk when she swiped the flat of her tongue over the tip of his cock.
“This can stay. The rest of you can leave anytime you want to,” she murmured, sliding her tongue downward.
“We’re a package deal.”
Licking her way up, she breathed over the wet tip, “Ahh … In that case …” Jewell grabbed the sanitizing lotion she kept on her desk. “I better get back to work.”
Uncomfortably shoving his cock back into his jeans, he gave her a promising glare. “I’m going to make you pay for that.” He was tempted to pay Jewell back in kind right now, but nixed the idea. Stud would come looking for him if he wasn’t in the club, waiting for him. “You’re a cold-hearted woman.”
“Maybe so, but my mouth is nice and warm.”
Not to be outdone, Rory bent down to give her a tongue-thrusting kiss. Pulling away, he had to be satisfied with the sight of her rosy, plumped-up lips.
“Catch you later.” Giving her a sultry wink, he managed to get out the door before her stapler hit him.
He closed the door after him and gave a quick wave to Train, who was building boxes before leaving through the exit.
As he headed toward the steps, the loud revving sound of a motorcycle had him changing direction. Rory started walking toward the end of the lot, where Reaper was working on a motorcycle. From that position, he would be able to see Stud and Sex Piston’s arrival. They could then go through the side door leading to his bedroom.
“Need any help?” he offered Reaper as he drew closer.
Reaper raised his head at the offer. “You any good at working on bikes?”
“Rebuilt a few motors for myself when I couldn’t afford a new one. Helped a couple of my friends when their bikes needed work.”
“Jack of all trades, huh?”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I can do a few repairs on a bike,” he prevaricated.
“Grab a socket, then. I didn’t expect this to take so long, or I would have left it for Train to do.”
Rory surveyed the motor appraisingly. “You need it in a rush?”
“I promised Ginny a date night. I need to save enough time to change before five. We have a reservation at King’s.”
“I’ll help as much as I can before Stud and Sex Piston get here.”
Reaper reached for another socket bit. “How’s that going?”
“I undervalued myself.”
Rory assumed the twist of Reaper’s lips was supposed to be a smile.
Not wanting to say anything else about Stud, aware that Reaper was close friends with Stud’s brother, neither did he ever disclose any details about any lessons he gave, he changed the subject. “Any more updates on Elizabeth?”
“No. Jonas and Hammer are still working on her disappearance. Haven’t heard anything from the FBI agent working her case, either.”
“That fucking sucks.” Rory bent to search in the toolbox for another socket. “I keep hoping Incog will show up during my streams. Fucking radio silence. Is the air tag still moving?”
Reaper nodded. “Yes.”
“Where’s our buddy now?” Rory joked.
“Last I heard, he was heading to Canada.”
The information gave him pause. Rory glanced up from the toolbox. “You think the border guards will spot the air tag?”
“Doesn’t matter if they do. It was a good suggestion you made to put the air tag on a trucker instead of a delivery truck.”
“Truck drivers are their own breed. I learned that from my dad. If Incog tries to jump a trucker, he’ll have his ass handed to him. Especially the one I hid the air tag on,” he boasted.
“Rough?” Reaper stopped working on the bike to lift his head.
“His name is Rogue. It should have been Goliath.”
He found what he was searching for, and they managed to get the bike put back together just as Sex Piston and Stud were about to pull into the parking lot. Rory was sitting on Reaper’s bike, listening to the purr of the engine, as Reaper answered his cell phone. From where he was sitting, Rory saw Jewell come out of the factory and, seeing Stud’s car turning in, she stopped, waiting for Stud to drive past her so she could continue on to the steps.