Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
But with me, it wouldn’t be no strings sex with Colby. He had an intense glint in his eye whenever he talked to me or looked at me, and I really didn’t like what it promised. As much as I fucking loved the Old Ladies, I did not want to be one.
Also, I kind of had a boyfriend. Or had I broken up with him? Who could remember. All that mattered was that I’d been very sexually active after I met Colby, and I was pretty sure that would turn him off since ‘their women’ were meant to remain chaste and true to them from the moment they laid eyes on them.
Yuck.
Plus, there was the little nugget that I was taking my clothes off for men online for money. Yeah, he might’ve changed his mind about me when he found out about that.
And if he didn’t, he certainly would be telling me to stop, which would not end well. I was just avoiding all of that drama.
Unfortunately, that meant I was also avoiding all of the orgasms.
You win some, you lose some.
Again, I had people back in Providence who could give me orgasms and possessed a great plethora of sex toys. I wasn’t exactly missing out.
This, among other things, was what I was thinking about after Violet had gone gonzo on the sheriff before Elden and Colby arrived. Though I was pretty sure they’d caught the tail end of her speech.
Which rocked.
“Get on the bike, Violet,” Elden ordered after we’d all had words about what we’d been doing in the police station.
A win for me, both Elden and Colby seemed to agree that there was a serial killer. They were not so hot on us getting involved in things, though. Correction, they weren’t keen on a pregnant Violet getting involved which, in hindsight, made a whole bunch of sense.
Elden was appropriately pissed off. I felt a little guilty about that. Okay, a lot guilty. No more bringing the pregnant gal on my missions.
“It was fun while it lasted,” Violet told me with a shrug.
I grinned at her. “I wish I’d recorded you dressing him down. Lost opportunity.” It really was. She’d really given that asshole sheriff a piece of her mind.
“You’re getting on the bike too,” Colby demanded as both Violet and I were essentially perp-walked from the station by two outlaws. Which would’ve been funny if I wasn’t quite so attracted to the one escorting me.
My gaze widened as it became clear he was serious. I folded my arms in front of me, legs spread in a battle stance. “You have ventured into a parallel universe, bless your soul,” I cooed facetiously. “Oh, wait. Actually no, there is no universe where you can order me around.” I glared at him. “There is no way in fuck I’m getting on that fucking bike.”
Violet didn’t serve well as backup since her man had practically dragged her to his own bike.
“She’s getting on the bike.” Colby jabbed his finger at Violet, who had indeed decided to hop on Elden’s bike.
“She is pregnant with his baby, and although that doesn’t give him the right to order her around, it makes a little more sense,” I refuted. “Plus, I have a car here. One which, as a woman, I have a license to drive and everything. Since we’ve been allowed to drive and own property for the past few decades or so.”
“Someone will come and get your car,” he gritted out, obviously losing patience.
That made two of us.
I finger waved to Violet as Elden’s bike roared off before trying to walk to my car.
Not only was I unsuccessful, but I was yanked back into the warm body of a biker. Not where I wanted to be. If only my body would get the memo.
“You are getting on this fuckin’ bike,” Colby hissed, one hand holding me tight, the other delving into my purse.
He only managed that because I wasn’t expecting even him to be brazen enough to go rooting around in a woman’s purse. They were sacred.
When I tried to struggle, he only held me tighter, just how much stronger he was than me and how much my ovaries liked that.
I was a twenty-first century woman, yet it seemed my reproductive organs were not.
“You’re essentially mugging me right outside a police station, asshole,” I barked.
The jangle of my keyring sounded as Colby put them in his back pocket, releasing me.
“Don’t think the sheriff is gonna be too motivated to come and save you from me, poppet.”
My hands fisted at my sides, and I let out a little scream of frustration. Unfortunately, he might’ve been right. I didn’t think we had made a friend in the sheriff.
“Fine,” I huffed, gauging my options. “I’ll walk.”
I started off toward Main Street.
Again, Colby followed me. But he didn’t grab me this time. No, he lifted me bodily and heaved me over his shoulder before walking to the bike in long strides.