Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"How did you know I needed you?"
"Just a feeling." He rubs my back. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really. I want to forget about it."
"Then put this on." He releases me, reaching for a helmet hanging on the back of his bike.
"We're going for a ride?"
"Yep."
"I love riding." I practically vibrate with excitement. "Razor and Xavier take me sometimes."
"Good. Then you already know the rules."
"I do."
He places the helmet on my head, carefully latching it. "I expect you to follow these rules, Dilemma. Your safety depends on them."
"I know, Bronx," I say quietly. "I won't do anything to put us or anyone else at risk."
He strips out of his jacket, holding it out to me. "Put this on."
I put it on, laughing when it swallows me. He smiles at the sight, and then he helps lift me onto the bike before he mounts it. I slide forward, wrapping my arms around his waist.
Within seconds, we're on the road, the wind in our faces. I snuggle up against him, moving when he does, feeling the vibration of the road beneath us, happy. He takes me out to the Falls, pulling off at an overlook where the waterfall pours down into the water below.
"Come here." He lowers the kickstand, kills the engine, and then lifts me from the bike, before sliding backward. I settle in front of him, facing him. Once he removes my helmet, he smiles. "Now, this is a sight."
"The Falls?"
"You on my bike."
"You're quite the charmer, Mr. Kaiser."
"And you're quite the vision, Miss Marsh." He brushes tendrils of hair away from my face, and then traces his fingers down my cheeks. "You've been crying."
"Just a little," I whisper.
"What happened?"
"They freaking ambushed me, and tried to boss me into telling them where I was all weekend. So I ended up yelling at them." I frown sadly. "I said everything I've been needing to say, but I don't like the way I said it."
"They'll forgive you for it, beautiful."
"I know, but it still sucks. I hate when we argue."
"You don't fight often."
I shake my head. "We never argue and fight. We never have."
"Then they'll know how important this is to you this time, Dilemma. If it matters enough for you to be this upset, they'll hear you." He fans his fingers out across my cheeks, stroking gently. "It's going to be okay. I know you, and I know you won't give up until you make it okay."
"You know what really makes me sad?"
"What?"
"I didn't even get to hold my nieces," I say, pouting. "They're so cute and so little, and I stormed out before I even held them."
"How old are they?"
"Two months."
"Twins?"
I nod.
"I bet they love you already."
"I mean, obviously. I'm their favorite aunt."
He chuckles, sliding me closer on the bike. "Fuck, I love you."
I gasp, my gaze flying to his. "You just—"
"I know exactly what I just said, Dilemma. I said I love you. And I meant every fucking word. I love you."
"Bronx," I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
"I love you." He brushes his lips against mine. "I love your heart. I love your sassy ass attitude. I love your smart mouth. I love your courage. I love your spirit. I love how you challenge and defy me. I love how much you love your family. I love how sweet you are, and how fierce you can be. I love every inch of your body and how fucking perfect you are when you're taking my cock. I love you and every single thing about you, Gemma."
"It hasn't been two business days, but I love you too," I sob, making him laugh.
He kisses me gently. At least, that's his plan. I have other ideas. As soon as he gets his lips on me, I slip my hands between us, reaching for his cock. I don't care if we're outside. I don't care if the whole world can see us. I want him right here and now.
"Gemma," he growls.
"Fuck me, Bronx. Please," I beg, attacking his button. "Please."
He gently bats my hands away, taking care of the button and zipper himself. A second later, he pulls his cock out. I immediately reach for it, but he has other plans. He dodges me, reaching between us to tear the crotch out of my leggings. Thank God his jacket is basically a robe on me, or the ride home would be awkward and indecent.
"Do you like this shirt?"
"Not really. Why?"
He grabs the hem, pulling until it tears. I watch, not sure what he's doing, as he quickly rips a long strip from the bottom. By the time he has it loose, my mind has caught up and my body is one hundred percent on board.
"Put your hands behind your back," he orders, lifting me onto his lap.
I think about protesting, and quickly decide I don't want to. The thought of him tying me up on the back of his motorcycle is a little too alluring. I quickly thrust my hands behind my back.