Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Stand down,” I muttered under my breath. “You don’t fuck bait.”
My cock didn’t care.
When we arrived at the compound, the brother on security jerked his chin up in greeting as he opened the gate and waved us through.
After parking in the lot around the corner from the clubhouse entrance, I lifted Savannah into my arms and stepped out of the van. No one batted an eye when they saw me. Loyalty wasn’t something I asked for. It was something I earned. And even if they were curious, my guys knew better than to ask why we’d brought back an unconscious woman.
The plan was to stash her in the spare room off the main floor. It was used sometimes for recovery or isolation. Had a bed, a private bath, and not much else.
But when I carried her inside and crossed the lounge, I didn’t turn left toward the hallways that would lead us to that room.
I turned right.
Went up the stairs.
Down the hall.
Straight to the end.
Right to my fucking room.
It wasn’t a conscious decision. My legs had already made it before my brain caught the fuck up.
This space was different from the other rooms in the clubhouse. As president, I had more of an apartment-type setup. An open layout with a living room area that had two overstuffed couches, a coffee table, and a sixty-inch television. There was also a kitchenette with a small table and a separate bedroom that had an en suite bathroom.
I carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the mattress, brushing her hair away from her face.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Her skin was warm. Her breath still and even.
“You’re fucking dangerous,” I told her quietly.
She didn’t move.
I balled my hands into fists and trudged back into the living room. After taking a few steadying breaths, I grabbed a screwdriver from the closet and quietly reversed the door handles so I could lock her in. She’d be out for hours, but I still tried not to make too much noise.
Then I went down to the clubhouse kitchen, ignoring the curious stare from Edge, the only one who was safe from a bullet if he asked why the fuck I’d just put our prisoner in my room. It wasn’t like he’d followed me up there. I could have put her anywhere on the second floor. But my damn brother had always been able to read me when no one else could.
Still, he took in my glare and wisely kept his mouth shut. For now.
After grabbing some food, I headed to my office and buried myself in work. There would be no progress made until she woke up.
I checked on her twice, just to make sure she hadn’t woken up and needed food, then holed up in my office again each time. It was after midnight when I finally decided to get some sleep. I regretted my impulsive decision to put her in my room because it meant I’d have to crash in one of the available rooms down the hall, so I resolved to move her in the morning.
She was still sleeping peacefully when I looked in on her, and my gaze roamed from her silvery hair spilling over my pillow to her structured cheekbones. When it drifted to her lips, I had to remind myself not to picture them around my cock.
I stood there too long, staring at her mouth. At the way her chest rose and fell, pushing her tits against her tank, like they were trying to burst free. At the soft line of her thighs where her jeans hugged her just right.
Yeah, my cock was back to full attention, straining against the denim with zero shame.
“I said stand down,” I growled under my breath, dragging a hand over my face.
After taking a deep breath, I stalked into the living room and shut and locked the bedroom door once more.
That should have been the end of it.
I should’ve walked out.
Should’ve turned, locked the door behind me, and let one of the prospects post up for security.
I took a step toward the door. Then another. Reached for the handle and opened it.
But when I went to step into the hallway, something in my chest tightened.
I looked back at the closed bedroom door. Pictured her out cold. Completely still.
And for some reason, I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her alone in that room.
With a muttered curse, I kicked off my boots, yanked my shirt over my head, and shoved my jeans down to my boxers. Then I stalked over to the couch and dropped onto it with a grunt.
I didn’t know what the fuck was happening to me. This girl felt…dangerous to me somehow. Yet the thought of setting her free turned my stomach. But she was bait. I’d have to let her go eventually.