Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
15
MILA
“Hello?”
“Hey, baby.” Reaper’s dark voice caresses me through the phone. “We got a surprise for you. Got time to come by the club? I'll come get you.”
“Right now?” I look down at my sweats. “I could probably swing that. For what?”
I hope he appreciates that I’m willing to change back into real pants for them. There’s no class tomorrow, so if they want me to stay over…
I never really understood the idea of deep, instant attraction until I met them. Now it’s like everytime one of them is around, my hormones start firing like it’s the Fourth of July.
“Probably best I don’t say it over the phone. Just be ready. I'll be there in twenty.” He hangs up, leaving me very confused about what I just signed up for.
It’s probably another party, right?
“You okay, Mila?” Carrie asks. “You look a little funny.”
“Yeah. Yep. I’m fine. Just got invited to go out at the last minute so…” I grab clothes from the suitcase I’m living out of and dash into the bathroom.
What didn’t he want to say over the phone? I can’t see Reaper being shy. If it was just for sex, he’d probably growl something like: “So I can turn your legs into a scarf. Get off the phone and onto my face.”
God, Mack, Scrapper and Reaper really aren’t my usual types. I’m trying to imagine anyone else growling at me, and me liking it. Sure, there’ve been dates, but they never last. They love my impulsiveness, how easily I obsess over a new hobby or interesting research. It’s quirky and cute. And then it’s annoying. And then I get a breakup text because they’re sick of having to track me down in the library when I’m hunched over a pile of ancient microfiche instead of showing up for our date.
So I’m not going to make the mistake of falling in love with three guys at once. They live dangerous lives, and I’m nothing special. Not really. Not like the sexy women at the club, and I saw how the other girls looked at Mack when he came to campus. They can have anyone they want.
They’ll get bored and move on. Then, when I'm an old, retired reporter and I'm doing my memoirs, I can write about my wild days when I was romanced by three big bikers at once and the crazy things we'd do together. But until then, I'm going to ride it out.
Ride them out.
I giggle snort at my own joke while I get dressed. The summer heat's started to break and for the first time in a while, the clouds have gotten thick. It’s still warm, but coming out of a heat wave, it’s a relief. It almost feels cool. I pull on jeans and a tank top, and tie a thin cardigan around my waist just in case. The rumble of a motorcycle comes from outside.
“That’s my ride! Heading out!” I yell.
Carrie sends a slight frown my way from the kitchen island. She waves. “I’m going out soon. You coming back tonight?”
“Don’t know! I’ll try not to wake anyone up.”
I run out the front door just as Reaper is about to ring the doorbell and smile up at him. “I heard you coming.”
He laughs and pulls me in for a kiss that leaves me tingling all the way down to the tips of my toes. “Eager for your surprise?”
“Can't wait.”
“I think you’ll find it very enlightening.” His words drip with promise, and now I'm even more curious.
“What do you mean?”
“You'll see.”
I huff, but he only grins and gestures for me to get onto his bike. The combination of his warm back against my chest and the powerful rumble of his motorcycle between my legs is a heady combo that only makes me more eager for my surprise.
But when we get to the Screaming Eagles compound, instead of taking me into the clubhouse, we ride around the outside. We pass a small group of bikers and a couple of women having late night beers outside what looks like a totally normal home. There's even a swing set and a trampoline in the little fenced-in front yard. It looks strangely domestic compared to what I saw at the party. We pass a makeshift shooting range, some sheds and finally stop in front of a solid cement building that looks more like a bunker than anything else.
I eye it skeptically. “This isn't like a sex dungeon or something, is it?”
Reaper chuckles. “No, but if that’s something you want to explore, just give the word. What do you think? Want us to tie you up and have our dirty, dirty way with you?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” I pretend to think it over. “Maybe.”
He pulls a steel door open, which leads us into a short corridor with cells on either side. Bright fluorescent lights reflect off the steel bars and benches inside them. This doesn’t look sexy. In fact, it looks kind of the opposite. My survival instincts go on high alert, even though I trust Reaper.