Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“But the life wasn’t for you?”
“Nah,” I shake my head. “The shit they asked—no, forced—me to do wasn’t what I thought the life would be. Finally, they made me do something that landed me behind bars for a few years. It wasn’t a long time, but it was long enough to see my future play out before me. In and out of the pen with nothing but the gang to sustain me. Then I met Dix, and he offered me a job, which seemed like a hell of a lot better than doing something to get me locked up again.”
“So it all began with a job?”
“Yep.”
She’s staring at me like I’m something else, something she doesn’t expect, and it makes her flash one of those girly smiles that makes it seem like she’s swaying when she isn’t. “I’m impressed, Joaquin.”
“That I’m a biker?”
She shrugs. “No, it’s hot that you’re a biker,” she winks. “It’s impressive that you decided to leave behind the life you knew, where you had a place where you belonged, to do something different. Most people just stick with what they know. Even if it kills them.”
“I didn’t do all that,” I tell her, suddenly uncomfortable with her praise.
She leans in so close I can smell her lotion, or shampoo or whatever women do to themselves to smell so good. “Yeah, you did. It would have been a hell of a lot easier to stick with gangbanging, but you took a hand when it was offered, not knowing where it would lead.”
“You know what, Willow? You’re right.” I hadn’t really thought of my choices in that light, and the fact that she can see things that way when even some of my family can’t makes her even more special.
“I like hearing those words come out of your mouth.” She laughs and shakes her head. “So, how are you doing with your choices now since getting patched?”
I shrug. “I’m doing fine. I have skillsets that are useful to the club, so I’m an asset.” I know I have her attention from the light in her eyes as she stares at me, so I share my desire to become the MC’s Road Captain.
Willow’s blue eyes widen. “Moving up the corporate ladder? Impressive.” There’s heat in her eyes, and she takes a step closer, licking her lips.
The air between us shifts, charges so much, I can almost hear the electricity crackling between us. “Yeah?” I take a step forward to close the gap between us. “You seem to find a lot about me impressive, Willow.”
She nods. “I do, and you know what I find even more impressive?”
“What’s that?”
“Your dick. And your ability to give me orgasms. Multiple orgasms.”
“That is a particular skill that impresses even me,” I tell her and grab her hand, leading her inside to my room at the clubhouse.
Chapter Thirteen
Willow
Joaquin drags me down the dimly lit hall, and my heart races almost as hard as my pussy pulses, just thinking about what’s going to happen.
He flashes that knee-weakening smile and motions me inside the small room. It contains just a bed, a desk, and a lamp in the corner. I saunter inside with a smile of my own and a bit more swing in my hips. Giving him a show so that he knows I’m not some basic bitch who doesn’t know how to please her man in every way.
I turn to face him, doing my best to look as sexy as possible with plastic wrap on my arm, but Joaquin isn’t on board. The man has a plan of his own, and it involves slamming my back against the door until it closes and ravishing my mouth like a starving man like I’m a perfectly seared steak.
His mouth is hot, and his kiss is hard and intense, and my legs wobble under his intensity. He pulls back and smiles at me with brown eyes shot through with gold. “Willow,” he growls.
“Joaquin,” I say with a smile and pull him down so I can taste his mouth again. He tastes like whiskey and man, and I can’t get enough of him. I don’t want to. He’s mine. He just doesn’t realize it yet.
His mouth leaves mine, and I have to stop the urge to whimper at the loss, and I’m glad I do because his lips travel along my jawline and over to nip my earlobe. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers so softly it sends a shiver through me. “And I owe you one.”
I frown at his words, wondering what in the hell he’s talking about, but all coherent thoughts fly away when his lips and tongue drag across my collarbone and down to the space between my tits.
His strong hands and slightly calloused fingers shove my shirt up, and one quick move releases my bra, making my tits jiggle. In one smooth swipe, my shirt and bra are on the floor, and he manages it without touching the new tat. “Impressive,” I moan.