Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Even though they distributed in the city, Doc had a strict policy of not taking that shit. He didn’t want any addicts in the club. They were weak when it came to that shit. Their loyalty was always tested, and they always fucking failed. Anyone caught using was cut from the club. It was a harsh rule, and they lost some brothers, but unfortunately, he got it. There was no room to risk it in the club life.
Pulling his attention from the kids, he made his way toward the front door and knocked. He saw Eden’s car still in the driveway, but it was the only one there. Seconds passed, then minutes, before Eden opened the front door.
“Razor, hi, good morning,” she said.
She looked beautiful. There was no makeup, but she wore a vest over a pair of sweatpants and a cardigan that had slipped down her arms, exposing her shoulders. Her hair was pinned back at her neck, but messily done so, as her hair fell around her in whisps.
“Morning. I decided you needed a good breakfast, so I stopped by the bakery. I’ve got sticky buns, cinnamon rolls, and just about everything your heart could want, as well as a mocha latte.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Sound good?” he asked.
“It sounds great. Come in. Come in.” She stepped back and left a lot of room for him to brush past her. “I didn’t know if we had arranged something, and I was trying not to freak out, and you know, panic. I never forget stuff like that.”
“We didn’t arrange anything. I was in line at the coffee shop and couldn’t help myself.”
They were standing in the small hallway. Their home was lovely, fresh, clean magnolia walls and white boarders. It looked like it hadn’t been long since they painted. There were a lot of pictures on the wall, he figured they were of her family.
“Uh, dining room or living room?” she asked. She glanced down at his feet. “If you want to take your boots off, we can go in the living room. If you don’t, it has to be the dining room.”
He was already kicking off his boots. He wanted Eden to relax.
“I’ll go and grab a couple of plates.”
She disappeared in the opposite direction, and he heard shuffling and what sounded like moving crockery. He stood in the hallway and waited.
Seconds later, she returned, holding two plates, and stepped into the sitting room. “You could have sat down,” she said.
She bent over, and Razor took just a second to admire the curves of her ass. Eden had lost a little weight, which he wasn’t happy about. He was a guy that loved curves, and Eden was fucking perfect. He loved her full hips, juicy ass, and those thighs were made to sit around his waist as he pounded inside her. That was all for another time, though.
She handed him a plate, and he served them the sticky rolls and cinnamon buns.
“You know, I am supposed to behave,” Eden said. “But this is a naughty breakfast.”
He could show her just how naughty it could get, especially if he had a bowl of liquid frosting. He needed to get control of his thoughts.
He had brought coffee and handed her the large mug. “Here you go,” he said.
“Thank you.” She took a sip and let out a moan. Again, it sounded sexual to him, and he wondered if that was how she would sound if he had her wrapped around his dick and was pressing every inch inside her. Instead, he took a sip of his own coffee.
He had gotten Eden the fancy mocha latte, because he knew she loved it. For himself, he was happy with a simple coffee with sugar and cream.
“This is good.”
“Good.”
“How did you know I liked this?” she asked.
“I heard you.”
This made her smile. “You heard me?”
“Yeah, some time ago. Mac was going to get coffee, and you asked for it.”
Eden laughed. “Wow, you remember that?”
“Why is that such a shock?” he asked.
“Because if memory serves me right, Mac never got me a mocha latte. In fact, he never got me coffee. He instead made sure I always got tea.”
“Tea?”
“Yep.”
He stared at her. “You don’t like tea, do you?”
She nodded. “That’s right. I’m a coffee girl, or hot chocolate girl. I’m not a tea girl. I can’t stand it. I’d rather just drink water, which is what I tend to do.”
“And you like beer,” he said.
“True. But I have to warn you, I’m not a big beer drinker either.” She glanced down at her drink.
“I want to get to know you,” he said.
She lifted her head up. “What?”
“I know you and Mac were a thing, and I’ve given it enough time between asking you, but I like you, Eden. I’d like to explore this with you.”
“I’m boring,” she said.