Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Once again she was frowning. “That girl doesn’t look a day older than six. Tiny does realize she’s going to grow up, her body is going to develop, and she’s going to want to do more than kiss?”
Gash laughed. “Do me a favor, if you want to live long in this club, don’t tell Tiny that. We’re all keeping that knowledge from him.”
Charlotte chuckled. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“I think I’ll enjoy being part of this club?”
“Only think? Babe, this is more than a club.”
“I know. You’re a family, and I’m starting to see that now.”
Gash kissed her deeply, and she moaned. His rock hard cock dug against her hip. Her stomach started to growl, letting everyone close to her know that she was indeed hungry.
“Damn, you’re hungry.”
“That’s why I came downstairs in the first place.”
“We better get some food inside you.” He took hold of her hand, pushing the way into the kitchen, which was now crowded. She saw a couple of tables were set up in the bar area of the club with men eating.
“Angel, woman, I want food for my old lady, and she needs it now.”
“Gash, stop it,” Charlotte said.
“I’m cooking as fast as I can. Do you like biscuits, Charlotte?” Angel asked.
“Yes.”
Within minutes she was sitting on Gash’s lap at the table with a plate of sausages, biscuits, and gravy. She didn’t know how she was going to eat it all, but she was going to give it a go.
Gash reached around her with a fork, and started to help her eat the food. She liked the intimacy of their eating, and knew it was something she was looking forward to for many years to come.
****
Sandy stared across the clubhouse as Stink fixed up his bike. The club was all on lockdown once again, and she was strangely happy about that. She shared his room, and throughout the night Stink would hold her tightly against him. The best part of her night was being in Stink’s arms. He made her feel safe and happy.
“What are you staring at or do I already know?” Rose asked.
“Nothing.”
“You can’t fool me. You’ve got your eye on that hunky man there with no ability to smell. He’s a hot choice, and everyone knows he’s crazy about you.”
“Stop it?” Sandy asked, hating how guilty she felt.
“Why? Can’t stand to see what is in front of you? He loves you, Sandy.”
“I was a club whore.”
“So? Are you saying women who fuck any man can’t find love or be happy? That seems a bit … mean.”
Sandy sighed. “No, I’m not saying that.”
“Stink’s not married.”
“I know that.”
“Then what is stopping you?”
“He deserves someone better than me. He’s a good guy, and I’m not that girl.”
“Good, because he’s not looking for a girl. He’s looking for a woman, and he’s looking at you. You’re the one he wants. Stop being an insecure bitch, and go and get him. He loves you, and life is just so damn hard, don’t make it harder.”
Rose tapped her shoulder, and Sandy sighed.
What would be wrong with actually giving in, and finding out what this attraction was like? Stink wasn’t a bad guy.
Making up her mind, she made her way toward him. Even though it was cold outside, Stink was still working on his bike. He loved his bike.
“What’s going on, Sandy?” he asked before she even spoke.
“How did you know it was me?”
“I know you, babe.” He stood, wiping his hand on an already streaked dirty cloth.
“It’s not exactly attractive calling someone predictable.”
“Didn’t call you predictable. I wouldn’t dream of labeling you with that kind of shit.”
He stared at her, and like so many times before, her heart started to pound. What was it about this man that had her melting from the inside out? They hadn’t done anything but share a few fleeting kisses. Yes, she shared his bed, but it hadn’t actually led to anything.
“What have you come to talk to me about?” Stink asked.
“I want to give us a try.”
She ran fingers through her hair, suddenly nervous.
He dropped the cloth to the floor and stepped up toward her. The scent of leather and oil surrounded him. “It’s about time you came to your senses.” He sank his fingers into her hair, and slammed his lips down on hers. There was no more fight within her, especially as she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Chapter Thirteen
“What about Millie?” Baker asked.
He looked at Lash, Nash, Alex, and Tiny. They were looking through some paperwork that Whizz had left with them before going back up to his room.
“What about her?” Lash asked.
“I want to bring her to the club for protection.” Baker twisted his hands, hating the nerves that were rushing through his body. He’d never been this fucking nervous before in his life, and it was pissing him the fuck off. Millie was just another woman, but he couldn’t bring himself to think of her as just another woman. She was a sweet woman, so sweet that she didn’t even think about her own damn safety, and it was driving him crazy. The club was on lockdown, and he wanted his woman, not that Millie knew she belonged to him. It was a technicality that he intended to rectify at some point. Only, he’d not done it yet.