Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Stepping into the main hall, she went to her door, flicked the locks open, and stepped inside. Instantly, Ava knew she wasn’t alone. Bernice growled, and she reached into her bag for her pepper spray.
“It’s me.”
Bernice stopped growling, and Ava quickly flicked on the light to see Pat sitting in one of her chairs.
“Pat?”
He got to his feet and stepped toward her.
“How did you get into my apartment?” she asked.
“I have my ways,” he said. “I wanted to come and see if you’re all right.”
“You want to check on me? What about you? It was your bike that was targeted. People were talking about a trailer exploding today. Is that true?” Ava asked.
He nodded and came toward her. He wore his leather cut, and the serious expression on his face made part of her think she should run, but she didn’t. She was not afraid of Pat. She stood her ground.
“It’s true?”
“Yes. It’s true, and I can’t give you any more details. You’re not going to see me at the coffee shop for a while.”
Disappointment hit her hard. “I’m not. Why?” This was not fair. One of the reasons she loved working in that coffee shop was the prospect of getting to see him. Tonight, and several days he hadn’t been there, were just boring. She missed him.
“It’s for your own safety. Something is happening, and I can’t tell you about it. I’m not going to let it affect you.” He reached up and cupped her cheek.
“But ... what about what you said?” Ava asked.
Her cheeks were on fire. They were burning. She had no idea what to do.
“That hasn’t changed, Ava. I want to fuck you, but it’s not safe to be seen with me.”
Every fiber of her being was telling her to listen to him. It wasn’t safe, and he was only promising sex. He was a biker. Sex was all they were going to get.
“Then come here,” Ava said. “You were able to sneak in here, I’m sure it won’t be hard. I want ... what you want.”
Pat just stared at her and didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he even breathed.
Ava couldn’t believe what she had just said.
He cupped her face and tilted her head back. She had no choice but to keep looking at him. She did not want to look away. He captured her heart, her soul, her very essence. She doubted very much that he felt the same way about her.
“Say it,” he said.
She licked her lips. There was no point in asking him what he meant. She knew what he meant.
“I ... want you to fuck me, Pat,” she said.
And she didn’t get a chance to say another word as for the first time in her life, she was kissed. Pat was not gentle. This was a passionate kiss, and ended up with her back to the door. Her heart raced as he ravished her mouth. This is what a kiss was meant to feel like.
He took control, licked across her lips, and Ava couldn’t help but moan as she opened her mouth and he took complete and full advantage. He tasted like mint and chocolate, one of her favorite combinations. The kiss made her nipples ache, and she felt a rush of warmth between her thighs. She gripped his waist, kissing him back.
Ava didn’t know what she was doing, so she went with her gut, moaning his name as she did.
“Fuck me, you’re perfect,” Pat said. He broke the kiss, pressing his lips to her head. “But soon. I will be here soon.”
With that, he kissed her lips, and then within a blink of an eye, he was gone.
Bernice had already gone to lay on her bed. The moment she had seen and sensed it was Pat, she had settled right down.
Ava touched her swollen lips. Pat had kissed her. She had told him she wanted to be with him. She had no idea what was going on in her head. There was no offer off a future. Just sex. She was a virgin, who up until tonight had never even been kissed.
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
And it felt so very good.
Chapter Six
The Chaos and Carnage MC took out six more close locations the cartel were known for. Pat assisted in four of them. The other two were dealt with by Bull and Grant. By the end of the week, they were no closer to finding the hit man than before.
No more hits had taken place. No more elusive bombs. Everything was quiet.
William Ranford had disappeared. Probably to go and figure out his army.
Pat was sitting at the bar, staring at his dark amber whiskey, not trying to think of the blonde he had kissed last Saturday night.
“You know, you’re looking mighty glum for a guy who is fucking lucky,” Rusty said, coming to sit at the counter with him.