Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
EVE
I hold on tight. My body follows every move Blade makes. He leans forward; I lean with him.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been on a bike. My dad and Benny had one, and I used to love to ride with them. There’s something wild and free about a motorcycle—an adrenaline rush that someone like me needs. And this guy can handle a bike. His strong legs grip it like it’s his lover, and my body tingles uncomfortably.
I don’t consider myself a normal girl. Meaning, I’m not a slut. All the girls and women I’ve been around were sluts. I used to blush hearing the women who ran the ticket booth talk about how wet they would get or all the dirty things they liked to do. It never appealed to me. Also, Benny and my dad made it clear that I was to be left alone. Only one man ever tried to do anything with me. That was Paul.
He cornered me once and shoved his rancid tongue in my mouth. Then his hands went straight to my crotch. But I took care of him. I moaned like I liked it, then kneed him in the balls. As he cried like a bitch, I took out my knife and told him if he ever dared touch me again, I’d cut off his penis.
I hug Blade tighter, rubbing my face on the back of his soft leather vest—or what the club calls a cut. One large warm hand wraps around my locked cold ones. I don’t care about leaving the carnival. It was time. I’m happy Paul is dead. It might make me crazy, but some people need to be put down and Paul was one of them. I breathe in Blade’s scent and close my eyes. The wind kisses my face and I hold on to this man. Although he acts as if he doesn’t want me, I think he does—all men do. He might play king, but he’s still a man. Blade’s promised to get my dad real medical help, like put him in a place with nurses, and maybe he’ll get better. I always have guilt thinking of my wonderful father suffering because we are so poor. It’s why I was trying to save. It was why I let Benny talk me into coming back to this area for the drugs. The plan was sell the drugs, give the Disciples their cut, and use the rest for Dad.
As I look out at the inky blackness of the road, it’s not cold, but I shiver. Frigid! That’s what he called me. My mind whirls. I guess I should be pissed. But he’s right: I am. I’m completely satisfied with having no sex. My finger works just fine. And living with my dad and brother makes that difficult anyway.
This guy is hot. Like movie star hot. I bet he’s nasty too. He looks it. The bike slows down to a low rumble as we stop at a red light.
“You okay?” He gives me his perfect profile.
“Um… Yeah. I love riding.” I yell the last part as his whole crew rumbles up next to him. The road trembles. The bikes seem to heat up the pavement, the vibrations going straight to my sensitive core. “God,” I whisper, clenching my knees tighter on his ass and thighs.
His big warm hand reaches back and rubs my thigh. “Angel, unless you’re going to unzip my pants and jerk me off, you’re going to have to raise your hands.”
Heat floods my cheeks. I raise my hands up to his chest.
“Sorry.”
He grabs one and brings it back to the hardness between his legs, using my hand to do a couple of rough rubs, then places it back with the other as he shifts and we take off.
He wants me, and for some reason that makes me breathless. One more turn and all I see is blackness. The smell of citrus envelops me. Up ahead is a large long house with a shitload of bikes parked out front. It’s still pretty dark, but loud music thumps out and screams along with laughter inside.
I stay quiet. Again, I need him to keep his word. As soon as he turns off his bike, the large door opens and the whole yard lights up. It must have a motion detector. A couple of bikers come out as the others arrive. Curious looks are thrown my way, but nobody approaches me. I realize I’m still clutching Blade and reluctantly let go. He gives my thigh a slap and scoops me off his bike. I nearly sink to the ground, which would suck because it’s all gravel. As I try to steady myself, he holds me and laces his fingers with mine, laughing as we walk toward the house and the obnoxious music.