Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“You’re taking me to your club?” I ask, shocked.
“Yeah, there are women there. Ones who understand all this emotional shit. I’m not goin’ to sit here listenin’ to it all night, depressin’ as fuck.”
I grin at him. “You’re secretly sweet, I knew it.”
“Just said I didn’t want to get stuck with you.”
“You like me.”
“Not particularly.”
“You do.”
“Nope.”
“Yes, how wonderful.”
He growls and shakes his head. “Ten, Saskia.”
“Okay, friend, ten it is. Are we riding on your bike? Because that would be epic!”
“Nah, truck.”
“Okay, bike it is. I’ll put on some jeans.”
I skip off, well on my way to being tipsy, and get changed into a pair of jeans, a clean tank, and then I run a brush through my hair and do it in a lose braid before pulling on a pair of knee-high boots over my jeans and rushing out the front. My smile gets huge when I see Mason on the bike, looking so god damned fine I actually stop and just admire the view for a moment. God damn, he’s the picture of perfection. Scary, dangerous perfection.
His eyes find mine, and his dark hair is loosely tied, so some of it escapes and whips around in the breeze, and damn if my vagina doesn’t curl into itself with need. His massive biceps flash for a few seconds, before he pulls on his leather jacket and yells out, “Those boots.”
I walk over, glancing down at them. “What about them?”
“You know what they mean, don’t ya?”
I grin at him, snatching the helmet from his hands and pressing it to my head. “Yeah, dude. They mean I want to get fucked.”
Then I jerk the helmet down, but not before I see his lips part just slightly.
He didn’t expect that one.
That’s the thing about me, though.
Most people don’t expect what I deliver.
And that’s what makes me wonderful.
~7~
MASON
“Oh, my lord, I can’t even right now,” Saskia blurts, gushing over Scarlett. “I’m probably your biggest fan, don’t even get me started on those other bitches, they don’t love you as much as I do.”
Scarlett laughs. “I’ll put you in the number one spot, then. It’s awesome to meet you, we’ve all heard so much about you.”
Saskia grins, staring at the three girls. “Don’t believe a single word Mason has said, he’s moody, and temperamental, and probably slightly insane. We can’t take a single thing he says seriously.”
I grunt, and Scarlett grins at me. “Yeah, I have heard that.”
“Eat one, Scarlett.”
She laughs.
“So, what brings you to the club with Mason tonight?” Charlie asks, her eyes flicking over me with curiosity before settling back on Saskia. “He’s usually not the social type.”
Saskia crosses her arms. “Well, it’s a long story, but basically, he didn’t want to listen to my pity story, or so he told me, so he decided to bring me here and unleash me on you poor people.”
“Ohhh.” Scarlett claps. “I love a good story. Come with us and we’ll get you a drink and you can share it.”
“Sounds perfect.”
The four girls disappear, and Koda steps up beside me. “Fucked her yet?”
“Fuck up, Dakoda. No, I have not.”
He looks to me. “Shame. Ass that fine needs a good hidin’.”
I grunt, but I can’t disagree. Not when I’m watching her disappear in those tight jeans that are grabbing hold of her ass in incredible ways. Fuck me, my dick twitches in my pants, and I look away, distracting myself. Malakai steps into the conversation. “How’s it all goin’ with her?”
“She does her job,” I tell him, cracking opening a beer and taking a sip.
Cool liquid slides down my throat. Perfection.
“She still a handful?” Maverick asks, lighting a cigarette and bringing it to his lips.
“Fuck yeah she is, but she does her job good and she, mostly, stays out of my way.”
“You’re never there, so unlikely she’s goin’ to bother you,” Koda points out.
“She caught Petra in my bed, tied up, gagged, thought it was a fuckin’ hoot. Harassed the poor girl and then called me.”
Maverick laughs, booming and loud. “Fuck me, that’s gold. Petra wouldn’t have liked that at all, that girl would lick the bottom of your shoe if it meant you might give her some attention.”
I huff, but nod. “Yeah, she’s gettin’ old. Hot. Fun. But old. Clingy. Always wantin’ more, tryin’ to impress me, but I ain’t interested.”
“Not sure you’re interested in anythin’ with a vagina except to fuck.” Koda chuckles.
“Right about that. Women are too much hassle.”
“The one you brought in is a bright spark, maybe she’d be good for you, bro.” Malakai smirks.
“Fuck no, girl doesn’t know when to close her mouth.”
“It’s a pretty fuckin’ mouth, though,” Koda points out.
Too fucking right it is.
Just a shame she doesn’t know how to shut it.
Although, if I’m being honest, I can’t say I don’t enjoy the refreshing feel her personality gives off. She’s always happy, bubbly, and a total smart ass. Even after it all today, she kept her shit together, no crying or whining, just held her own and let it be known she wasn’t happy about it.