Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“From all the media attention?” she asks.
“Probably,” I force a smile. “I’m sure it’ll blow over.”
She reaches over, pulling me in for a hug. I let her, hanging on for a few minutes. She pulls back and smiles at me. “Susan is letting Maverick in now. He’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”
I smile, more genuine this time. “Yeah, I know that.”
“And I’m here,” she says. “If you need anything.”
Thank God for people like her, because God knows I’d crumble if she didn’t have my back. I beam at her. “Thanks, Amalie, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“You had a great show tonight, well done.”
“You did amazing, too.” I smile at her. “I better go and get changed, I’m all sweaty.”
She laughs. “Me too. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I wave her off and walk down to my dressing room. By the time I get there, security has let Maverick and Mal in, and they’re waiting outside the door. As soon as they see me, Maverick strides over. “Couldn’t see nothin’ out there. What did you see?”
“We’ll talk in here,” I say, pointing to the dressing room.
He nods and we walk inside, closing the door behind us. I turn to them both. “It was one of Treyton’s men. I recognized him. His name is Daniel, I don’t know his last name. I don’t know how many other men he might have watching, that was the only one I ever really met.”
“Did he do anythin’?” Maverick asks. “Did he see you?”
I nod. “He looked right at me, and flinched, like he wasn’t supposed to be seen. Then he disappeared.”
“Idiot must have forgotten that he introduced him to you,” Mal mutters to himself.
“Must have,” Maverick agrees. “But our suspicions are correct, they’re keepin’ a close eye on her. Fuck.”
“I don’t understand why,” I tell them, rubbing my stomach. I’m nervous. I don’t like the idea that I’m being watched. Not at all.
What does Treyton want with me? Is it just because he knows I’m talking to bikers and is worried I’ll give information? Or is it more?
“Haven’t figured that out yet, darlin’,” Mal mutters. “But we will. Until then, if you see, hear, or even feel off about anythin’, you need to let us know. They’re closin’ in, don’t think you’re entirely safe right now.”
I flinch and look to Maverick. He walks over, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Got your back, baby. Trust that, yeah? We’ll find this little fucker, and we’ll put whatever it is he’s plannin’ to a stop. You just stay near security, try not to leave your hotel, try not to be alone. Just for now. It’s for the best.”
“You’re scaring me,” I whisper.
He reaches up, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “Not tryin’ to scare you, but you gotta understand that we need to know you’re safe and the only way we can do that is for you to just follow orders and stay on the low down, you hear me?”
I nod.
“Good girl. We’ll get you home, and then we’ll go and see what we can find out about what went down tonight. Don’t leave your hotel, you understand me?”
His voice is firm, but damn if it isn’t sexy. Him telling me what to do, him worrying about me, it makes my heart skip a beat and my core heat. If Mal wasn’t in this room, I’d probably jump Maverick, and I wouldn’t be sorry for it.
“Mal,” Maverick growls. “Go out front, be out in a minute.”
Mal chuckles. “Stay safe, darlin’.”
Then he’s gone.
I guess Maverick was thinking the exact same thing I was because he turns, walking over to the door and locking it, and then he starts prowling toward me like a dangerous damned lion. The look on his face is hungry, and God, I feel instant heat between my legs as he backs me toward the little bench in front of the mirror. He doesn’t waste any time. He doesn’t mess around with foreplay. He just lifts my ass up, putting it down on the bench, and then he glides my dress up my thighs, jerks my panties aside with one hand while he pulls his jeans down with the other.
When his cock is free, he steps forward and brings my bottom right to the edge of the bench and then drives it home, no warning, no build up, just deep and hard. I gasp, clutching his arms, and my head tips back so his mouth can capture my throat and suck it. “You looked so fuckin’ hot out there tonight,” he growls into my flesh while thrusting his hips in and out of me.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, so wet around him, so ready.
“Your fuckin’ sweet voice went right to my dick. All I could think about was comin’ in here and fuckin’ you until you screamed my name.”