Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Her blonde brows dip, confusion forming a scowl on her face. “What do you mean?”
I sigh. “What I mean, Aria, is what do you want for yourself? What do you want your future to look like?” I can’t get my fucking words out right, and it’s pissing me off. “Look, Geoffrey will likely resurface any day now with Birmingham and Rojas in custody. His undercover life is likely over at this point, and right now, you’re pissed off at him.”
“Really fucking pissed off,” she scoffs and looks away.
“Yes, but he is your father. He is the only parent you know, so you need to decide if you’re going to run off with him and start a new life, leaving Aria Morgan behind.”
“Or…” she asks hopefully.
“Or are you going to stay here? With me.” Fuck why are those words so hard to say? I search her face for any sign, any clue to her thoughts.
“You never asked me to stay with you, Lucky.”
Shit, she’s right. “It’s not that—”
“No,” she whispers, pressing two fingers to my lips. “Let me tell you how I feel about you, Lucky. And how I see my future. Then you can tell me if that’s something you might like too. Yeah?”
A slow smile creeps across my face, and I nod, happy to see the fire returning to my girl. Something inside of me loosens, ecstatic to see that the scene from earlier hasn’t stolen her spark. “Yeah, okay, babe. I’m listening.”
“Good.” She raises her chin, using that sexy as fuck, haughty rich girl tone that I find annoying—but her face is adorable. “Because I love you, Lucky. I can’t say for sure when it happened, but all I know is that somewhere along the way, I fell for you. You’re not what I thought you were, at least not just what I thought you were, and I’m so sorry for misjudging you.”
“Aria,” I growl, my heart echoing her feelings. I pull her closer until our foreheads touch. “I don’t need your apologies.”
“Maybe not,” she smiles. “But you’re getting one anyway. I judged you based on stereotypes, but the truth is, you’re my peace, Lucky. Even when you’re giving me shit, pushing me out of my comfort zone, I find my peace with you.”
The smile she hits me with is so bright, so full of love that I’m left speechless for a long moment.
A teasing smirk plays on my lips. “So I’m your peace, huh?”
She nods, her smile growing bigger and brighter by the moment.
“Yes, Biker Boy, you are my peace, and I want to stay here, in Angel Harbor. With you.”
Her hand cradles my face, her touch soft and feminine.
I lean my head into her hold. “That is so fucking good to hear,” I growl, placing a kiss at the center of her palm. “Because I love you too, Princess. More than any words that could come out of my stupid mouth could say. I want you here, with me, for as long as you’ll have me.”
The words rush out of me, and my heart races, shocked that I manage to get the words out without tossing my fucking cookies.
“I’ve got money, Aria, but not the kind of wealth you’re used to.”
She shrugs as if it’s no big deal, but I know that it might be.
“I’m serious, Aria. I love you, and I want a future with you, but I can’t give you a life like the one you’re used to. Is that going to be enough for you?”
“You mean the life that’s been nothing but fucking lies?”
Her words are bitter, but she flashes a smile that’s partially amused.
“I have a lot to learn in this new life of mine, Lucky, including who I really am. Personally, I think you’re the man to help me figure that out.”
“If you need help figuring out how to be poor, I’m definitely your man, babe.”
Her head falls back, and laughter spills out of her lush mouth.
“Not poor, Lucky. But maybe not living in mansion-level wealth. Besides, I’m going to be the baddest, most kickass biker chick this MC has ever seen.”
I chuckle at her confident words as I lean in, brushing a soft kiss to her lips that quickly turns hot and frantic, heated and hungry, and out of fucking control. I pull back slightly and nip her ear lobe before whispering in her ear, “I love you, Aria and nothing would make me happier than having you stay here with me.”
Her body relaxes into me and she tightens her arms around me, hugging me closer. “That’s what I want too, Lucky.”
“Perfect.” I kiss that tender spot behind her ear and down the column of her neck until she’s shivering with need in my arms. “You and me, Aria.”
“You and me,” she moans as she arches into me.
An obnoxiously loud rapping on the door pulls us apart. “What the fuck,” I growl and glare at the door as if the person on the other side will go the fuck away. “Yeah? What?”