Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Hell, the only thing I wanted to do was celebrate, so I’d organized exactly that.
A celebration.
The trees hugged the winding road as we made our way down the mountain, and I slowed as we made it to the bottom where it widened into Moonlit Ridge. My arms outstretched as I clutched the handlebars and my heart in this woman’s hands.
I slowed even more as we came upon my club, but rather than taking the lane that led all the way back to my place, I pulled into the dirt lot and eased my bike up to the row of motorcycles that lined the side wall of the enormous building.
River, Otto, and Cash’s bikes were already there.
I came to a stop, then planted my boots on the ground so I could back my bike into the open spot between Cash and Otto’s.
I killed the engine.
In an instant, silence swamped us. Emery just remained there, her body plastered to mine and her sweet breaths invading my senses.
That delicious morning glory scent that had become the fragrance of my life.
I set my hands over both of hers. “What’d you think?”
“I think I could definitely get used to this.”
A low chuckle rolled out of me when I thought back to the first time I coerced her onto my bike. Before I’d known that my entire life was getting ready to shift. Everything I’d known knocked from its axis.
When I’d told her if she wanted to ride me, she was going to have to get used to riding on my bike.
It seemed we’d come full circle considering she had me every chance that she got.
“Now I do like the sound of that.” I swiveled so I could peer at her. That gorgeous, striking face lit up below the pool of muted light that bled from the side of the old building. The black helmet she wore looked so fucking cute, though I didn’t complain as she quickly worked through the buckle and those blonde locks went tumbling around her shoulders as she shook her hair out.
“I thought you might.” She was all teases and light. The barriers that’d fought to keep us separated had been smashed to shit.
“Plan to have you on it every moment I can,” I rumbled.
A saucy grin edged her mouth. “I bet you’re just sad you can’t fit a car seat on it.”
Laughter tumbled out of me as she brought attention to my little girl.
My little girl who was having a sleep over at Nolan’s babysitter’s house so my whole crew could celebrate tonight.
I took Emery by the hand to help her off. “Don’t put any ideas in my head. My Angel Face has already been begging me to let her take a ride on my motorbike.”
Emery and I both cringed a bit, the protectiveness we felt over that sweet thing almost too much to bear.
“I think we should hold off on that for a…while,” Emery suggested.
“Maybe forever,” I agreed, no stopping the smile that took over my face as I swung off my bike.
Emery chewed at her plump bottom lip. “I never thought I would get to experience this kind of life. You and me and that little girl.”
Emery’s words were a breath of joy mixed with a tenor of grief that was always going to come with this gift.
Reaching out, I dragged my fingertips down the defined angle of her jaw. “Never, Emery. Never thought once in my life that I’d get this. This love that is bursting out of me. I thought I had one single purpose, and then there was you and Maci and the place inside me I thought was forever dead came alive.”
I could almost taste my mother’s gladness from wherever she was watching over me.
You take care of the ones you love most.
I was never going to stop.
Toffee eyes swam, and Emery pressed her palm against where my heart battered at my chest. “You are my perfect ten, my sweet, fierce dragon.”
I gathered up the hand she had on my chest, pressed my lips to her knuckles, and whispered, “I will always take care of you. Do what’s right for you. For both of you.”
“I trust you.”
I trust you.
I trust you.
I would never shatter it.
“Come on, let’s go celebrate you,” I told her as I tugged at her hand.
“What do you mean, celebrate me? I thought we were celebrating that you were fit enough to get on your bike again? Not that you haven’t been plenty fit for other things.”
She tossed me a coy grin where she walked along beside me, the woman wearing this red halter top, black leather skirt, and thigh-high boots. The lush fall of her blonde hair was done in soft, gorgeous waves that babbled around her bare shoulders.
So fucking sexy she made my insides quake.
It was all thanks to Raven who’d insisted on coming to our place to help Emery get ready. Dressing her up like she was meant to be on the back of my bike.