Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
A low moan.
I freeze mid-step, my heart skipping a beat.
Maybe I imagined it?
But then another sound—this time unmistakably a man’s deep, gravelly voice—filters through the hallway. I know that voice.
“Oh, fuck Kelly—”
My eyes go wide.
Oh myGod.
I whirl around and stride straight back toward the front door, my steps quick and silent. The last thing I need is to hear any more of that.
I reach for the door handle, ready to step outside and give them whatever privacy they have left, but then something crashes—a loud thud—like someone just knocked over an entire stack of supplies.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Nope. Not my problem. Not happening.
Shaking my head, I slowly back away, pretending I never walked into my own bakery to find two people getting it on in the back office.
The moans pick up again, and I cringe.
Dear God, why?
I slip out the front door, letting it shut behind me before leaning against the wall outside, taking a deep breath.
I knew Kelly had been acting different. That smug little smirk she’s been walking around with lately? It all makes so much sense now.
And Riot? Jesus, Riot?
Of all the guys in the Kings of Anarchy, I figured Kelly would have been into someone like Mellow or Stunt—someone smooth, someone who flirted with charm.
But no. She had to go for the most brooding, intense, six-foot-four beast in the club.
I shake my head, biting back a laugh as I cross my arms and wait for them to get their shit together.
Fifteen minutes pass before the back door finally swings open.
Riot steps out first, looking exactly zero percent ashamed. His cut hangs open over a tight black T-shirt, his jeans are still sitting low on his hips, and his usual scowl is firmly in place. The only thing giving away what just happened is the fact that his hair is a mess—like someone ran their fingers through it over and over again.
Kelly follows right behind him, her cheeks flaming her hair looking just as wild as Riot’s. She’s adjusting the hem of her shirt, her lips slightly swollen.
I stare at them, waiting, arms still crossed.
Kelly doesn’t meet my eyes. She clears her throat and grabs a coffee cup from the counter like that’s going to make this moment less awkward.
Riot?
That man looks completely unfazed.
He walks right up to the counter, drops a few bills down, and levels me with a hard stare. “I’ll take a bear claw.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Yeah? You came for a bear claw or Kelly’s claws on your back?”
Kelly chokes on her coffee.
Riot just smirks, his lips twitching like he’s this close to laughing. “Both.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re impossible.”
Kelly, still red-faced, finally glares at me. “Can you just, I don’t know, not?”
I grin “Oh, honey, I could not. But where’s the fun in that?”
Riot shakes his head, still smirking as he grabs his bear claw from the tray I slide toward him. “You say anything about this, I’ll make sure your man finds out exactly what you said about him after a few tequila shots last week.”
My smirk drops
Kelly gasps, spinning toward him. “You would not.”
Riot takes a slow, deliberate bite of his bear claw, still holding my gaze. “Try me.”
I huff, grabbing a rag and wiping down the counter just to give my hands something to do. “Fine. For now.
Riot nods, satisfied. “Smart girl.”
I glare at him, but he just finishes his bear claw and turns toward Kelly, murmuring something low enough that I can’t hear it.
Kelly smiles her whole face softening, and suddenly, the teasing doesn’t feel so funny anymore.
Because this? This isn’t just some hook-up for her.
My chest squeezes a little.
Damn.
I think my best friend just fell for a biker. If only I knew how to read that biker.
The rush comes and goes, leaving the bakery full of satisfied customers and a mountain of dishes.
Kelly finally stops looking like she wants to murder me every time I make a joke, and Riot actually leaves at some point, which means I can function in my own damn bakery without thinking of hearing my best friend getting absolutely wrecked in my back office.
The bell above the door jingles, and I glance up from the register—only to find Riot standing there again arms crossed, looking at me like he’s got something to say.
I raise an eyebrow. “You can’t still be hungry.”
Riot snorts. “Nah.”
Kelly pops up from the back, wiping her hands on her apron, and the second she spots him, her face lights up.
Yeah. She’s gone.
Riot gives her a look, something unspoken passing between them before he jerks his chin at me. “I’m taking her for a ride. That cool?”
I roll my eyes. “She’s a grown woman. I don’t control her.”
Kelly steps around the counter, grinning. “Thank you.”
Riot watches her for a second before turning back to me. “You coming by the clubhouse later?”