Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I shout at her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shouts back, pushing up her visor. I can see brown eyes at a distance, narrowed in annoyance at me.
“You wanna die, is that it?”
“No, idiot. I wanted breakfast.”
She pulls her helmet off her head and takes a big bite of my burrito. I stare, stunned. There is no fucking way this is happening. What are the odds? How is this even possible?
“…Darcy?”
“Fuck,” she mouths through my food, her eyes widening as she finally recognizes me. I am wearing black leathers and a helmet, so of course she didn’t know who I was. In the few short hours since escaping us, this little menace has somehow gotten hold of a D2G uniform and bike and packages and taken to the streets of Eclipse to steal food.
“Don’t move,” I tell her, making my voice stern. “Don’t you fucking dare even think about moving.” I swing my leg over my bike and walk over to her, half expecting her to ditch the food and drive off. She doesn’t do that.
She takes another bite and looks at me. “What are you going to do? Drag me back to the other two?”
“That was the idea, yeah.”
She gives me a keen look. “You don’t want to do that.”
“I don’t?”
“No,” she says. “You don’t like me. You don’t want me all up in your business every day.”
I lower my voice, with a different inflection this time. “What makes you think I don’t like you?”
The tone does the heavy lifting, because she blushes and instead of taking another giant bite of my burrito, she giggles instead, as if what she has to say makes her feel nervous and uncomfortable. It would be cute, if it weren’t also absolutely insane.
“I can tell,” she says. “You’re always scowling at me, and looking annoyed.”
“We haven’t known one another long enough for there to be an always,” I point out. “First time we met, you got yourself into a duel with me. Second time, you stole my van. Third time, you’ve run away with my burrito.”
“You were giving me looks before I did any of that. You looked pissed off when the others said I was their mate.”
“Did it occur to you that the reason I looked annoyed then was because the idea of sharing my mate doesn’t sit well with me?”
She shakes her head hurriedly. She has taken another bite. She must be starving. She’s got to be absolutely exhausted, actually. We’ve run her ragged. Not a lot of sleep, and then running from us, and then whatever reason she has a delivery bike…
“I know when men like me, and you don’t like me,” she says once she swallows, speaking with the confidence of a girl who knows absolutely nothing about men whatsoever.
I want to bend her over that yellow bike of hers, pull her uniform… where the hell did she get that from? Anyway, I want to pull that down and go to town on her ass. I’ll show her what I want and what I like soon enough.
We’re still in the middle of the city in broad daylight though, and while horrific crashes and casual violence don’t draw much attention, you still can’t just fuck someone on the side of the road, even if you’re in an alley. Yes, we could have murdered each other; that would have been unremarkable. But sex? There are standards. Weird, backwards standards, but standards.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, wishing I could do more, but not knowing where the hell to even start.
She stuffs the rest of my burrito into her mouth as fast as she can, chewing vehemently so she can respond to me.
“Fuck you. I know exactly what I’m talking about. When a guy likes a woman, he brings her flowers and he says her dress looks nice, and he changes his whole fucking life and kicks out his friends and he…”
She’s pissed off at something that isn’t just me, I think. Some of this stuff is way too specific. Or maybe she read it in a book somewhere. Romance propaganda.
“When this guy likes a woman, he tells her to her face,” I growl. “I like you, Darcy.”
Darcy
He insists he likes me, but he’s still so grumpy. I think it’s something about his eyes. He has these incredibly piercing blue eyes and set in that handsome face, it’s easy for him to look intimidating as hell. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much latent fury seething in a man as what is locked away in Kirin’s long, powerful body.
I guess, to give him some credit, I do feel the attraction between us, especially as he is now wearing black motorcycle leathers, which emphasize the powerful masculine lines of his body. He’s so fucking hot.