Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
It took a lot to force herself to offer, “I can leave, Ice. I put all of you in a very bad position, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. Your sister was very sweet to me. All of you have been.” She looked around as if trying to spot the door. She didn’t really know what she was going to do if he told her to leave. “If you need to go after her . . .” She trailed off.
Ice slipped his arm around her. “Alena can take care of herself. She’s like Lana. They trained with us in self-defense. If Pierce decided to be so stupid as to throw a punch at her, she’d wipe up the floor with him. Two of her brothers went to ensure she is fine just because we do that sort of thing with one another. They’ll spend however long it takes on a rooftop watching over her.”
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have brothers, a family who would stay on a rooftop for however long it took just to watch over you? She would never have that, but she was glad Alena did.
She tried hard not to let Ice see her sigh of relief. She had a chance of seducing him. She knew he was thinking he was going to get her drunk and get lucky. She was all for that. All for it. She wasn’t about to tell him she just didn’t get drunk. She didn’t. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, it didn’t happen. But she could get to the feel-good stage, and she knew how to make it all work. She’d let him think she was getting there so he could have the fun of seducing her and she could reap the benefits.
She’d have to be very, very careful not to let herself go beyond sex though, despite her longing for more. Just think sex. No prenup signings. No wedding chapels. No I-give-the-best-blow-jobs-in-the-world and you’ll-want-me-every-morning-for-the-rest-of-your-life-biker-boy claims. She was going to die soon. Winston and his friends would find her and kill her. She couldn’t involve someone else or they might kill them the way they had Kevin. She couldn’t be that selfish and take a chance. Just enjoy one night doing what she’d always fantasized about. That shouldn’t be too much to ask for.
Ice tapped out code with his fingers on his thigh, letting the others know this woman was his. The one. And he was taking her home. First, seduction. He’d started without her being aware of it. They’d been trained in seduction. They were very, very good at anything sexual. The first step was to get to know what she wanted most. He only had a few hours to pull it off, but he was certain he was up to the task, if his body would leave him the hell alone.
He’d never seduced a mark when it mattered to him. Seduction, as a rule, usually led to assassination. He was always in full command of his body, so it was easy to concentrate on the mark. One didn’t make a mistake if one wasn’t emotionally or physically involved. They could use any means necessary if their bodies were in control. This was the first time in his life when he didn’t have the control over his body—or mind—he needed.
It pissed him off and yet at the same time, he was intrigued and exhilarated. He had to have her consent. Once she gave it, the club would expect her to keep her word, and he would enforce it. One didn’t ever go back on one’s word. It was their code. She would have to abide by the code no matter what happened.
Maestro handed both of them another glass of whiskey, gave Ice a faint grin and slipped away, although, like the others, he didn’t go far, shielding Ice and his woman from other bikers in the main part of the bar.
Soleil stared down into the glass, swirled the liquid and shook her head. “I’m beginning to feel this. Maybe I shouldn’t drink any more.”
Ice gave her his reassuring smile. He was a good-looking man and he knew it. Women threw themselves at him. He’d never gone without female attention. “No worries, princess. I told you I’d look after you. In any case, we’re going to dance, and you’ll work it off.”
“We are?”
“You said you liked to dance. Or at least you were swaying to the music, and it seems like a good idea.”
He led her toward the door but paused just inside the game room. “What is the one thing you want most in the world?” He leaned against the wall, pulling her close, so the two of them were cocooned in their own little world.
Just before she answered, Transporter jostled her back, nearly pushing her into Ice. He immediately swung her to the wall and positioned himself in front of her protectively. He placed one hand close to her head and leaned close.