Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Then, take my advice now, boy. Don’t be skittish around her. Let her know she’s yours.”
“I’ve tried, but honestly, Isolde is skittish. Her mind is on her education. I’m not sure she wants a relationship, so I’m fighting an uphill battle.”
“So? Just give her what she wants until she wants the same thing as you,” Nana says, like it’s the simplest thing ever.
“What does that mean exactly?” I ask. “′Cause I have to tell you, as weird as it sounds, I’m not looking forward to being a fuckbuddy to the woman I want on the back of my bike.”
It’s annoying even saying that out loud. It makes my fucking skin crawl. I want everything from Izzy. I want her on my bike. I want her belly stretched with our child. Fuck, anything and everything is what I want with Izzy by my side.
“Do you have so little confidence in yourself that you don’t think you’re capable of tying that woman to you by showing her the man in her bed is not only all she could ever want, but the best she will ever find?” She makes a tsking noise and shakes her head at me. “I guess I have more confidence in you than you have in yourself, C. That’s disappointing.”
“Isolde is not like other women. I don’t think she can be swayed by great sex, Nana.”
“Bullshit. If it has feeling in it, a woman can always be swayed by great sex. If she knows you care, trust me, you’ll eventually beat her walls down—or at least ram them enough her brain short circuits and she gives in.” Holy fuck. What Nana just said not only gives me hope, but it makes my cock wake up. There’s nothing more I want than ramming Izzy. Nana looks at me knowingly. “I see that light is finally on in that pretty boy head of yours. Get to work, C. If you want this woman, then stop acting like a pansy and claim her.”
With that, she turns around as if she’s dismissing me.
“Hey, wait. Where are you going?” I ask.
“I’ve got Bingo, son. Grifter’s already outside waiting on me. It’s good for my street cred to have sexy bikers dropping me off,” she shares.
“Bye, Nana.”
“Bye, C. Get to work. If you let her get away, I’m gonna be disappointed. Don’t let that happen.”
I watch her walk away, feeling like I always do when it comes to Nana.
Happy, worried, and more than a little terrified.
She’s a hell of a woman.
10
IF DENIAL WAS A SPORT, I’D HAVE A GOLD MEDAL
IZZY
I look down at my phone and can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. It’s a text from Caleb—an X-rated text. It’s a picture of his dick—his very thick and huge dick. I’ve gotten a few unsolicited ones online, but this is the first time a man has ever sent me one directly on my phone. I could lie to myself and say I don’t like it, but the truth is, I want him so much that the picture actually makes me ache. I’m not sure what that says about me, but I figure it’s not good. Underneath the picture, he had typed a small message.
Candy-boy: Don’t forget things appear smaller on camera.
He’s such an idiot.
God, each day that passes, I like him more and more. I’m being so stupid. I know it, but I can’t seem to stop. I’ve been having fucking phone sex with him every night. He’s supposed to be coming in tomorrow, and just the thought of it right now is actually making me wet. I text him back really quick, biting my lip while wishing I could see his face.
Me: Real men disappoint women in person, not from a picture.
I stare at my phone and do my best to keep from laughing when I see those three little dots bubbling.
Candy-boy: I just wanted U 2 see I was thinking long and hard about U
Me: U can show me later in person.
Candy-boy: Can’t wait. Call soon.
I set my phone down and just stare at it. I think it’s time to admit that I’m in real trouble here.
“Earth to Izzy.”
I look over at Gabby and sigh. “Sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts.” I’m visiting Gabby at her and King’s new house. It’s the first time I’ve been here, and Gabby and I are having a good time. I can’t get over how happy she is. I saw it when she got married, but now? She’s at another level. What would it be like to be that much in love and completely secure in it?
“They must have been good thoughts,” she said quietly, aiming a knowing smile my way.
“Don’t give me that look, Gabz.”
“God, that nickname. You’re the only one who has ever used it, and I swear you only do it because I hate it.”