Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“We can have some fun together if you want. It’s by no means a requirement, but I think you’re as fascinated by me as I am by you.”
My mouth watered for more of his taste, but was this really a good idea? “I’m not sure I’m ready for a man like you, Wylde.”
He chuckled. “Honey, no one’s ready for a man like me. I promise I’ll take you on a ride you’ll never forget. Doesn’t have to be anything heavy. Just mutual pleasure and enjoying each other’s company.”
Had he dumped ice water on me I’m not sure I’d have been more shocked. I hadn’t expected anything from him, for him to return my attraction, but to dismiss what I felt as mere lust wasn’t something I was ready to concede. I genuinely liked Wylde. Had from the very first. I’d known he was a player, but hadn’t considered he’d want to play with me.
“I’m sorry, Wylde. I’ll admit I’m attracted to you, but I’m not into one-night stands.”
“Nothing wrong with one-night stands, but I never said this was a one-time thing. I think we can enjoy ourselves for a long time.”
“I’m not sure I understand what you’re getting at.” I was wary of him now. I stood and moved across the room near the door in case I needed to make a run for it. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically. But the beating my heart was currently taking certainly qualified as a beating in my book. Might be my own fault for building him up in my mind to be my ideal man, but it still hurt.
“We can pleasure each other. Whenever we like. As much as we like. No strings attached.”
“So, fuck buddies?”
He grinned. “Now you’re getting it.”
Ouch.
“As appealing as that sounds, I’m gonna have to pass.” He froze, as if that wasn’t the answer he was expecting from me. “I’ve got two teenagers to look after, Wylde. One of them is very interested in a member of your club who is ten years older than she is. To make matters worse, he returns that attraction. How can I set an example for her if I’m engaging in casual hookups myself?”
“No one said she has to know about this.”
“Trust me. Kids have a way of finding out.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry. If this means you no longer want to help us, I’ll get someone to take me home until Clutch has my car ready for me to drive. I’ll have to make payments or something, but he’ll get this money back.”
“No one said I no longer wanted to help you, Dani. I’ll do that no matter what.” He shrugged. “I just thought you might need some adult companionship, and I want you.”
“I’m sorry.” I ducked my head, then headed out the door back to the room with the girls. This was gonna suck. Big time. Wylde might want me, but I wasn’t in the position for casual sex. No matter how much I wanted to experience more of his kisses. And find out what it felt like to have him kiss me again. All over my body.
Yeah. I was fucked.
Chapter Five
Wylde
I was fucked.
And yeah, I was an asshole. I knew the second I pitched my proposal to Danica it was a mistake. Truth was, I was trying to cover for myself. My reaction to her was not at all what I expected. I had intended to lean in to kiss her and let that be it, but noooo… I had to go all out.
I could -- and did -- have any woman I wanted. It hadn’t always been like that. I was a computer geek in school when it wasn’t cool to be a computer geek. Since finding a home with the Iron Tzars, I’d imitated the look and attitude of many of my brothers. Combine that with my own quirky personality, and it worked.
I became more athletic, building muscle and becoming capable of handling myself in any situation that got thrown at me. I was smart as shit and not only was I the motherfucking tech guy, I was a badass motherfucking tech guy. It got me what I’d always wanted. Recognition. Appreciation. That got me women.
Then I met Danica.
I didn’t want to have a relationship with her. I didn’t do relationships. I saw passion and a thrill for living that I had in myself, and wanted to explore that with her. I knew, if I was patient, I could have a fucking good time with her. But I realized right away she wasn’t that kind of woman. If she gave herself to a man, she’d expect it to be for love. I wasn’t capable of that.
As I watched her go out the door and through the common room, I had a moment to regret what I’d said to her. My chest ached, but I knew it was only that I regretted hurting her. She was a sweet woman with a good head on her shoulders and a heart the size of Texas. She deserved a man who loved her. Who worshiped her. Unfortunately, that man wasn’t me.