Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
If my hands could get as hot as my cheeks, it would boil my coffee. “We haven’t—They didn’t—It’s not like—”
She raises an eyebrow at me.
“No,” I squeak.
A dreamy look spreads across her face. “You have so much to look forward to.”
25
KAYLEE
I can't see anything, but I hear the car door shut with a loud click behind me. Or maybe it just sounds loud because of the blindfold. “Where are we?”
“Can’t tell you that, but we got you,” says Tank, his big hand totally engulfing my fingers.
“When can I take this off?”
“Soon. Alessa and Luca arranged for a spot for us. The fewer people who know where it is the better, and that includes you. Only a very short list of members are allowed to know where we are. It’s safer for everyone that way.” says Wraith. “Once we’re inside, it will just be the four of us.”
Maybe it’s the kinky images Natalie’s questions put in my head, but there's something about how he says it that fills me with ideas. The more of the Screaming Eagles old ladies I meet, the more I realize there are a lot of ways to be a badass biker babe. There could be room for someone like me. If they want me around, that is.
“Just us, huh? What are we supposed to do while we wait?”
“Do you have a suggestion?” Tank whispers, making me shiver.
A hand on my back guides me forwards. “Step. That’s it,” says Nitro, guiding me through a door. I can easily picture the sexy little smirk on his lips. “Imagine the possibilities.”
“Together,” repeats in my brain, courtesy of Natalie.
“Come on.” I let out a little laugh. “We’re hiding out. We shouldn’t—”
One of them blows a little puff of air over my ear. Nitro or Wraith, I think. It's hard to decide where everyone is when I can't see them. I jerk my head aside, but a strong hand—Tank's?—captures my jaw and holds it still so someone can briefly kiss my lips. Okay, that's nice.
Definitely Tank. I’d know his forcefulness and the hint of sweet from the granola bars he carries everywhere.
“Guys…”
“Ssh,” says Wraith. “The situation is fucked but we're safe here, so let’s take advantage of it. I don’t want to waste the opportunity.”
He kisses me. I know it's him, partly because of the way his beard tickles, but I think I'd know even without it. All three of them have kissed me enough that it’s a fun game to guess who is who.
With my sight gone, I'm acutely aware of everything. When I concentrate, I can hear the subtle sound of the guys breathing, and the rustle of cloth and leather as they move around me. Just before Nitro places his lips on mine, I recognise his unique leather and musk scent. God, I think I could pick them out in a lineup by their scents alone. He pulls down the zipper of my hoodie, slipping it off my shoulders.
“Cold!” I hiss as chilly fingers slip under my tank top from behind. It's warm in here, but their rough and calloused fingers haven't caught up with that yet. I think it's Wraith. Yeah, definitely, because I can feel his beard brush over my neck as he kisses my collarbone.
From in front, one of the others pulls up the hem of my shirt until I raise my arms to let him remove it. There’s a deep hum of appreciation. Tank probably?
As soon as the shirt's gone, the stretchy bralette Lace gave me follows, removed while my arms are still up. Different hands slide around my sides to cup my newly freed breasts, his touch skilled and gentle. He toys with them, working me up with dexterous fingers that know exactly what to do. Our time together has been intense but not that long, but the guys are so good at learning what gets me going. I moan, letting them know they’re on the right track.
The button on my jeans is popped open and my pants go down, taking my panties with them. “You’re in a rush,” I tease, and I have to admit that as their hands explore my naked body, squeezing and caressing me, I am too. They steady me so I don't fall as Tank sweeps me off my feet and the rest of my clothes drop away. When he puts me down, my toes sink into thick, soft carpeting.
Someone pinches my butt, making me squeak and take a surprised step forwards. “Watch it!” I yelp.
“Oh, I was,” comes Nitro's husky reply. “I can't take my fucking eyes off it when you're around.”
A hot and wet mouth settles around my nipple. I gasp, my hands coming up automatically. I find his hair and bury my hands in the long strands so I can guide him. It's Wraith, obviously. He's the only one with hair this gorgeous. I love how it feels running through my fingers.