Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
He shrugs. “He left late and never came home last night. He does that from time to time. He’ll show back up eventually.”
Shadow collects his dishes and leaves me sitting at the table alone. “Morning, Snap,” I hear him say before leaning in and kissing a pretty redhead on the cheek as she walks into the room.
Just when I think my day is looking up, I notice the shirt she’s wearing, which just so happens to be the shirt Kid was wearing yesterday.
I clear my throat softly to keep a sob from escaping. He’s not mine. I have no claim to him at all.
He called me beautiful.
He never even hinted that he wanted anything more than to offer me a place to stay.
He called me beautiful.
I’ve somehow allowed the idea that he’s attracted to me into my head. I’ve read the situation completely wrong.
He called me beautiful.
Hastily, I get up from the table, dispose of my uneaten food into the trash, and make my way back to my room. Emmalyn is standing in the doorway as I slide past her. I nod my head in her direction, but I don’t say anything as I pass. I know if I try to talk right now I may cry. Crying in a room full of bikers is the very last thing I need to deal with right now. I want to wallow in self-pity more than anything now. I know it’s childish. I know being a grown up does not include getting upset because some boy doesn’t return your feelings.
I didn’t even consider that I had feelings for him until I saw that woman in his shirt. I shake my head, trying to ward off images of them together that have somehow snaked their way into my brain. I close the door softly and fall face first on the bed. Twenty-eight more days until I’m able to do anything and everything without restraint.
Chapter 10
Kid
I had to leave last night. Knowing I was only a few doors down from Khloe was a special kind of hell for me. Not even in a sexual way. Well, not all sexual.
I vowed only to let Snapper suck me off last night. I fingered her to orgasm; I am a gentleman after all. But when my dick was standing at attention again twenty minutes after blowing into Snapper’s incredibly talented mouth, I knew further action had to be taken. Snapper offered to help me take my mind off of whatever was bothering me, and I accepted.
Only it didn’t really help. The sex was top notch; it always is with Snap, but it felt… empty. I wore her out and had no other choice but to leave her sleeping in my bed. I tried to get some sleep, but I tossed and turned for well over an hour. When I let the idea of going down to Khloe’s room creep into my head, I knew I had to get out of the clubhouse before I did something completely stupid.
I grabbed my keys and headed out into the brisk night air. What began as a quick ride to clear my head turned into an eight-hour round-trip to Albuquerque, and all I have to show for it is a sore ass and a small bag of gourmet chocolate.
I park my bike in the clubhouse lot and stretch my back as best I can. I stop near the front door to scratch the top of Ollie’s head as he stretches out in the sun.
“Such a hard life,” I mutter making my way inside.
I smile when I see Em sitting in front of the TV writing furiously in a notebook. Her head bobs up and down as she listens to the man on TV talking about vegetables or some shit, and then she lowers it again and scribbles on the paper.
“Hey,” she says noticing me only when I sit down beside her. She reaches over and grabs the tablet that houses the apps to control the entire entertainment center. She pauses the show and looks back at me.
“What are you up to now?” I ask looking up at the screen and seeing some old man holding up an overly large squash on the screen.
“I’m thinking of taking up gardening.”
I laugh at the absurd idea, but stop suddenly when she shoots daggers at me with her eyes. “I think that’s a great idea,” I amend.
Worst idea ever. Just a few weeks ago she thought the place needed to be livened up some and bought several house plants. I look across the room at the drooping ivy and shake my head. Thank God Ollie can beg for food, or he’d be rail thin by now.
“I got you these,” I tell her and hand over the signature gold bag from her favorite chocolate shop in Albuquerque.