Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
And that reason made her as selfish as him.
“Wanna come back to my crib?”
What? Was he serious? The man clearly didn’t know how to read the room. Or picnic table. “You have an actual place? Or is it a room in the Knights’ church?”
“We got a bar. Ain’t a barn with livin’ quarters behind it, like the Fury.”
“You live in a bar?”
“Live behind a bar.”
“In an actual house?” Was Romeo somewhat domesticated and not a complete feral tom cat?
“Got four fuckin’ walls and a roof, so guess you could call it that. That make a difference for you to say yes?”
“No.”
“Well?”
“That was my answer.”
“Figured you needed a reminder on how great it was. Willin’ to give you that reminder.”
She somehow managed to keep her eyes from rolling out of her head. “Don’t take it personally, Rome. It’s normal that someone’s first time isn’t great.” Especially with someone they didn’t share an emotional connection.
They had flirted and joked around. She thought he was hot. And from what he said, he thought the same about her.
But that was where the connection ended.
She figured out of anyone, Romeo—a known womanizer—wouldn’t care that she wasn’t experienced. She also figured since he was so self-centered and only worried about his own needs, he’d power through no matter how awkward or uncomfortable it was for her. Or, hell, the both of them.
She also didn’t want to “break the seal” with anyone she’d see on a regular basis. She was sure a few Fury members without an ol’ lady would’ve been more than willing to volunteer to help with her dilemma.
She was also aware of the fact that doing so could be dangerous for them if Shade found out.
Plus, after seeing each other naked, it would be even more awkward to look whoever it was in the eye later.
More importantly, she certainly wasn’t looking to hook up long-term with any biker. Not a Blood Fury member. Not a Dirty Angel. Or—she met Romeo’s eyes across the table—a Dark Knight.
When she found the love of her life, he wouldn’t be wearing a leather cut and riding a Harley. But then, to find the love of her life, she’d have to be looking.
She wasn’t.
Right now, her focus was on her career and getting hired by a professional sports team. She wanted to prove to herself that she could do anything she put her mind to. Like professional athletes, she also had a goal and was sprinting towards it. She didn’t want anyone tripping her up along the way.
Or a man thinking that he could tell her what to do and how to do it.
“Well?” he prodded again.
“Thank you for the invitation. Although it’s hard to resist such a generous offer, I’ll have to pass.”
“Your place is okay, too.”
“Okay for what?”
“For a repeat.”
“You might have missed this in health class, but I can’t lose my virginity a second time.”
She didn’t realize his full lips could get so thin.
He reached across the table with his hand open and his palm up.
She frowned as she considered it. “What? Do you want the rest of my burger?”
“Phone.”
“For what?”
“Gonna give you my number. You need anythin’, you fuckin’ call me.”
“You mean if I need to get stoned or get drunk enough to get into a fight, or I’m just looking to get laid without any strings attached?”
“Maddie…” he growled. “Call me if you’re in a fuckin’ jam.”
“Oh, got it. So, the word Knight in your MC’s name isn’t just random, then.”
He got up from the bench, snagged her cell phone from where it sat near her drink, and before she could duck, he held the screen up to her face to unlock it, then scrolled.
“Can I have my phone back?” she asked as calmly as she could, even though the panic was rising.
“When I’m fuckin’ done with it.”
This was exactly what she wasn’t looking for in a man. One who made demands and thought he can dictate how she lived her life. “That’s theft.”
“Ain’t stealin’ it. Just borrowin’ it.”
Romeo continued to do whatever he was doing. Most likely inputting his number into her contacts. When he was done, she heard his cell phone ring.
Shit. Now he had her number, too. She should’ve launched herself across the table to steal her phone back before that happened.
Without warning, he tossed her phone back to her, but luckily, her reflexes were quick enough to catch it. She didn’t bother to delete her newest contact entry since he now had her number, anyway. And, truthfully, she didn’t dislike the guy. It was the opposite.
But he wasn’t for her.
Even if the sex wasn’t bad.
The problem was, if she succumbed to temptation a second time, he’d figure out just how much she had enjoyed it the first time.
Was it awkward and uncomfortable? At first, yes. But surprisingly, he made sure it wasn’t for long. Because of his reputation, she hadn’t expected him to think about someone other than himself.