Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
And that future looks like heaven already.
Normally I’d already be up and moving. Done with breakfast and on my way to the club house to deal with whatever problems the day will bring. But this morning, I’m lying here like a helpless idiot, staring at the curves of Tammy’s shoulder and the slope of her nape, breathing in her beauty while I think about what a lucky bastard I am.
I should say something. Wake her. Maybe offer to make her some breakfast. But I don’t. I just lie there in the silence, letting the moment stretch on as I listen to the soft sounds of her breath. Tammy is a wonder I never expected. Everything I never knew I wanted.
And she’s here. Now.
Lying in my bed. And I can’t imagine any other woman ever taking her place.
I’m not used to being with a girl who isn’t going to just be some fleeting moment in my life. A fling, a quick fuck to cure the darkness of a bad day.
My mind is still a blur from last night. From the way her body fit perfectly against mine, just like I knew it would. How incredible she felt when I slid inside her little virgin pussy and claimed her as mine. The way I devoured her like I was on death row and she was my last meal.
I am not used to this.
And if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not sure I know how to deal with it either. I’m a loner. An outlaw. I live my life the way I want to live it, with no ties to anyone but my brotherhood. But I’m not just about push away this incredible girl who just crashed into my life. No way in hell.
The sound of a key in my lock jolts me out of my daydreaming, and the hair on the back of my neck instantly stands up. The door opens, and I hear a set of footsteps into the apartment. My whole body goes tense.
I know those footsteps.
I know them all too well.
Roxy.
My arm wraps instinctively around Tammy, pulling her close. I hear her breath catch as she goes stiff against me. I try to hide her by pulling the blanket up. I don’t want Roxy to see and drag her into our bullshit.
But it’s too late.
“Saxon, you dirty dog.” Her voice cuts through the harmony of the room like a saw scraping across my ribs. “I didn’t think you’d still be in a bed with a girl at this hour. Are you two…snuggling?”
Her tone is wet with venomous sarcasm, an obnoxious tickle I’m all too familiar with. No matter how hard I try, I just cannot shake Roxy from my life. She just won’t get the message.
With every fiber of my being, I pray that Tammy is asleep and can’t hear any of this, but I can feel her body tense against mine, and she’s breathing heavier too. She’s awake, she’s heard Roxy’s bullshit, and must already be formulating a thousand questions for me.
“Roxy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” I growl back as I slide out of bed, my voice low and coarse with the remnants of sleep. “And didn’t I tell you to give me back my goddamn key?”
I glare at her with a stern warning in my eyes. I don’t need her causing problems for me. Especially not right now. Not with Tammy here. But Roxy reads me like a book and steps into the room, loving every second of the tension she’s created. She’s wearing a short black skirt and a goth lace tube top. She’s got her makeup done as though she’s here for date-night and is looking at me like I never broke up with her.
I feel nothing romantically for her. But we went through so much together–so many fights, fucks, breakups and makeups–that she knows just how to push my buttons and get under my skin. And she delights in it.
“I just came to chat,” she says with a cool shrug, eyeing the room like she pays the rent on it. “But you’re clearly busy.”
Aside from her earlier comment, she hasn’t even acknowledged Tammy. She’s trying to pretend like her presence doesn’t bother her, but her narrow eyes shift toward the bed, an unmistakable possessiveness in her bitter gaze.
“Tammy, isn’t it?” I stiffen at the question. How the hell does she know Tammy’s name? She tries to step past me toward the bed, but I move in front of her, blocking her way.
What the hell is going on here?
Roxy sure didn’t just come here to chat.
Tammy stays silent, pretending she’s asleep. And I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to get caught up in this shit if I was her either. This is precisely why I didn’t want to bring her into my world–into the wretched mess of my past. It’s a hell of a mess, and the longer Roxy stays, the more I feel my control of the situation slipping.