Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My sex clenched, and I felt the pronounced soreness.
Yet another sign that last night wasn’t a dream.
I even smelled him on me.
It smelled manly, like the men’s deodorant aisle at the grocery store.
Would he be back?
Or was that just a onetime thing?
What was the protocol here?
I knew he lived here.
The leather jackets that the men were wearing last night announced them as members of the Uncertain Saints.
They were a motorcycle club that I’d seen around town quite a few times.
And, although I hadn’t seen the back of Griffin’s leather jacket, it only made sense that he’d belong to them.
They were scary. Griffin would fit right in with them.
So it seemed to reason that I would see them again…the question was…when?
And would it be awkward?
And how did Griffin get into my house?
I looked down at Doogan and glared.
“How could you let him in?” I asked him.
Doogan didn’t even bother to lift his head from the floor at my question.
“You’re not even going to bark in excitement to let me know someone’s here? What if that’d been a serial killer or something?” I asked him.
He didn’t even budge.
“You’re a turd,” I said, standing up.
I was naked from the waist down, and I blushed as I thought again about how he had cut my panties off my body.
How good Griffin had felt inside of me.
How slutty I’d been to allow him to do that without knowing his last name first…even after knowing what he’d done to my neighbor.
“Shit!” I said, walking into the bathroom.
The first thing I saw in there was the wrapper from the condom in the top of the trashcan.
The second was the note written on my bathroom mirror in red lipstick.
“See you tonight,” I read aloud.
Chapter 4
What goes around comes around. Remember that when you fuck up.
-Fact of life
Lenore
The next day I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
I also couldn’t help but be thankful that I’d shaved that night before bed.
Had he come the night before, I’m sure my Chewbacca impersonation would not have impressed him
Not that I did that often, but when you have no hot water…things just slide. Like shaving your legs when you don’t want to be in the cold water for longer than you have to.
I guess I should be thankful that the landlord had come to fix it yesterday morning, or I probably would’ve scared the man off.
“What’s going on?” A woman asked from beside me.
I turned to find Mrs. Robinson staring at the house down the street just like I’d been doing.
“A man was beaten yesterday, and they’re doing something with the crime scene,” Mrs. Ellwood from across the street explained. “Henry really had the crap beaten out of him. They think it’s over some guns he stole, according to his daughter.”
I blinked.
Henry had stolen guns?
That was why Griffin and his biker gang had beaten him up?
Had Henry stolen their guns?
Or had the biker gang only been after something else?
Would I know?
Would I have the guts to ask Griffin later on tonight?
For some reason, I didn’t think I would.
I’d probably chicken out, and then roll over to let him fuck me from behind again.
Not that that hadn’t been nice, but it would’ve been nice of him to let me touch him.
“Do you think they’ll move their cars if I ask them to?” I asked Mrs. Ellwood.
Mrs. Ellwood looked over to me.
“Yes, dear. Just tell them you need to leave and I’m sure they’ll be accommodating,” she explained.
So that was how I’d gone up to the police officer at the edge of the scene and then got questioned for thirty minutes.
“Ma’am,” the older officer said, “I’m going to need you to step back.”
I nodded. “I will,” I said stepping back. “But I need to leave for a doctor’s appointment in twenty minutes.”
“Ma’am,” he said, somewhat irritated, “I’m not joking. If you make me tell you again, I’ll just put you in the back of my cruiser, okay?”
I blinked.
“Listen,” I hesitated. “I have a doctor’s appointment that I can’t miss.”
But I needed to tell him…
He cleared his throat, and I looked behind me just in time to see a large shadow engulf my body.
“Sir,” the policeman said. “What can I help you with?”
My eyes closed in mortification.
“The lady’s car is blocked…how about you go move it for her?” The man’s deep voice said.
Griffin.
Shivers tore down my body, and I looked over my shoulder in time to see the glare Griffin aimed at the poor officer.
My God…the man had sex pulsing through his veins.
I turned around as the officer moved past the yellow tape, gaping when I saw the huge gold star at his hip.
The massive gun at his side.
The cowboy hat on his head.
Let me repeat: the cowboy hat on his head.
Sweet Mary, mother of God!
“H-hey,” I whispered.
He didn’t move, nor did he say anything.
Then moved past me without another word, making my stomach plummet into my feet.
Snap.
Well if that didn’t say it all right there, I didn’t know what did!
Should’ve known…should’ve fucking known!
Lenore Lane Drew didn’t get men as hot as Griffin.
Well, let me re-phrase that. I didn’t get more than one night with men as hot as Griffin.
I turned on my heel and stomped in the direction of my car, thankful that the cop I’d been speaking to earlier had moved the cruiser.
I passed Griffin on my way, and stopped directly in front of him.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “I would’ve missed my doctor’s appointment had you not moved it.”
His eyes softened and he raised his hand to rest on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry. Just been a long fuc-freakin’ night. Have a good rest of your day,” he said seriously.
I smiled and patted his hand.
“You too,” I said. “Hope yours gets better.”
I drove out of the neighborhood without looking back at anyone, thinking it’d be better on me in the long run if I got rid of him now.
‘Cause if I did it later, it might be too cruel.
For him at least, not me.
The drive to Longview was a long one.
It always was.
The drive home was even longer, though.