Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Thinking of another woman who purred, not quite in the same way, he got the feeling Anna-Beth was avoiding him. She hadn’t come to his place, and when he’d knocked at her door, she hadn’t answered. He’d caught her this morning before work and she’d told him she didn’t hear anyone at her door. How tired she was and needed some sleep. She wasn’t a good liar. Clearly, he’d pissed her off, and he didn’t know how he’d done that.
He’d been wracking his brain trying to figure the woman out.
Night didn’t like him getting close to Anna-Beth as he saw her as a liability to the club. She wasn’t fit to become part of the MC, but that was one of the reasons he wanted her. Unlike some of the women who threw themselves at him at the club, Anna-Beth hadn’t spread her legs for every single man there. He didn’t have to listen to his boys talk about what a prize pussy he got because they would never know. She would belong completely to him and there was no way he’d share.
He’d never considered himself a greedy man but Anna-Beth brought something out of him, and he didn’t want to allow anyone to touch her but him. His feelings were so strong, he’d even considered telling the boys she was his old lady and to back the fuck off.
Of course, having an old lady in his club would be a cause for celebration. Few of the boys actually had one, and those who did rarely let them visit the club.
Crazy.
There was no way he was going to let Anna-Beth go to the club. This was just some fun and at the moment, she didn’t even want to have that, so he really was blank as to what to do to fix it.
Just as he leaned down to look at the tire’s tread, something wet and slippery licked across his face. He looked up into the face of one of the cutest dogs he’d ever seen.
“Come back here, boy,” an older woman said. She had several more dogs around him. “I’m so sorry. My latest dog walker decided she didn’t want the money for walking or picking up dog shit.”
Rix smirked as he wiped his hands on the cloth before stroking the dog’s soft amber fur.
“It’s fine. She’s a real beaut,” he said.
“It’s a boy and be careful he likes to…” Too late. “Cock his leg and pee.” She winced. “I am so sorry.”
“It’s fine. Believe me. I’ve had worse.” Piss was all down his leg as he stood up, holding the small dog in his arms.
He didn’t want to even think about what he looked like with a small dog in his arms, especially with all of his ink. He’d gone without a shirt as he wanted to surprise Anna-Beth today and to try to lure her back into his house so he could fuck her silly.
“The name’s Rix,” he said.
“Elizabeth.” They shook hands and the woman had a firm grip. “I live just up the road. The previous owner used to walk my dogs for me.”
“She did?”
“Yes. She does try to come and make sure I’m okay and all that, but it’s hard for her with a kid on the way, and well, life.” Elizabeth smiled. “How are you getting on? How are you settling in?”
“It’s fine.” He glanced down at his leg. “Do you want to come in for a coffee while I change?”
“Love to, but my dogs.”
“Are they better trained?”
“They are. Rufus here was just being overly nice. He wanted to tell you he liked you.”
“Well, I’ve got to say, I think I kind of like him.” He opened the door, letting Elizabeth and her dogs inside.
He put Rufus down and disappeared upstairs to change out of his pants, throwing them onto the laundry pile along with most of his clothes. The only thing he had left was some shorts.
Fuck.
There was nothing he could do.
Pulling on a pair of shorts with palm trees, he thanked his lucky stars none of his club brothers would be popping by. Living out in the suburbs was clearly starting to affect him if he was more than happy to dress like he was on vacation.
Returning downstairs, he found Elizabeth at the doorway to his backyard.
“Sugar? Cream?” he asked.
“Both, please. Make it sweet and I like mine strong as well but don’t skimp on the cream.”
He smiled and got to work on the kettle. She was certainly a woman who knew what she wanted.
“So tell me, Rix, how are you liking it here?” she asked, taking a seat at his counter. The dogs were happily yapping away. There was no risk of them in the pool because he’d already secured it as he didn’t want leaves and shit blowing in and dirtying up the water. He would need to find a decent cleaner but he didn’t exactly trust easily.