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)
“Because you guys can’t keep your dicks in your pants?”
He lays back. “Yeah, maybe. I was young and high. Trust me, if I could take it back, I would. It’s… to be a partner you have to look the other way or join in.”
That stops me and I set down my can of sunscreen. “Well, I think if you truly love someone, you have their back no matter what.”
Flicking his cigarette on the concrete, he looks at me. “You might be one of the few. I guess we’ll see.” He stares up at the sky. “Dolly was not.” He closes his eyes.
“So—”
“I’m done talking.”
I can’t help but smile. These guys act so tough, but the right woman can bring them to their knees. This is new to me seeing as I have never given this much thought. I never thought I would want someone. Not that I want Jason… but what would it be like to be his? Today, when he said I was his… my whole body got hot. What would it feel like to have him look at me like Edge looks at Dolly?
God, I’m losing it. I have to stay sharp. No man is ever going to be all that. All they do is lie and disappoint you. I need to stop daydreaming and start planning. My dad needs me, not Jason.
BLADE/JASON
It feels good to ride. Once we got the hell out of traffic, we were able to stretch our legs. There is nothing like the numbing vibration of a bike working at its best out in the middle of nowhere.
I can’t help but smirk. Eve’s tight pussy might be better, but other than that I can’t think of one thing I enjoy more. As we all rumble into town, I notice a new donut shop opening up and wonder if Eve likes sweets. Shaking my head, I practically slap myself. I need to cut this shit out. I can’t believe how much my thoughts have swayed already to her today. It’s bothering me because I don’t do this. Like never. I fuck and leave. It’s the way I am. Taking a deep breath, I assure myself it’s only that she’s new and innocent. It’s not like I’m going to fall in love with this one. I don’t fall in love, and I’m not even sure I’m capable of it. With the need to ride and clear my head satisfied, now I want to take a hot shower. I stink of stale booze, dirt, and sweat. It got hot riding on the black pavement. Parking our bikes, we go straight for the main house. Three women stoned out of their minds look up and smile at me and my posse.
“Where’s Doc?” I ask the one who at least is able to stand.
“Umm… I think he’s cooking.” Her glassy eyes tell me they’ve been sampling my drug. Gritting my teeth, I head upstairs barking out an order to find Doc and Sandy. I enter my bedroom and look around. It’s ingrained in me. I learned real quick when I was in the SEALS never to trust anyone besides my brothers. And never enter a room unaware. Stripping off my leather jacket, cut, and T-shirt, I pick up my phone and pull up my tracker on Eve’s phone. Even as I do this I know I shouldn’t, but it’s almost as if I’ve been possessed and can’t stop myself. The little red dot shows her location at the compound and I have to force myself not to text Edge to confirm. Tossing the phone on the bed, I strip and get into the shower ignoring my tight balls and rock-hard erection. I need to deal with Doc and our “product” and get back to LA so that I can fuck Eve out of my system. Or not. I mean, she’s mine. I bought her. Why not keep her, and I won’t have to worry about any crazy chicks anymore. Someone knocks on the door as I’m pulling on a pair of clean jeans.
“Enter,” I bellow, aggravated at my thoughts.
Sandy opens the door and I almost roll my eyes. She’s using again, which would explain Doc’s absence.
“Blade, Axel said you wanted to see me?” She averts her eyes.
“Yeah… how are things doing here?”
She shrugs, her long, greasy hair looking darker than it actually is. “Oh… you know, been helping Doc take care of business.”
I snort. “Sandy, cut the shit. You’re using. Where’s Doc?” Her haunted brown eyes look up at me, and a wave of compassion fills me.
“I… all I was doing was sampling a new drug he’s been working on. I haven’t used up until today.” And there goes my compassion. Nothing like trying to talk to a junkie. They’ll swear they’re clean even if you catch them with a needle in their arm.