Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Callahan nods viciously, choking on spit and blood, and crunches the remaining chip packets as he starts to move. His sorry attempt to get to his feet fails, leaving him on his hands and knees right in front of me.
“Unsettled business,” I finally answer Trent’s question. He doesn’t look angry, knowing I’ll cover the cost of what I broke and the stock he lost because of it.
“Sorry.” The professor repeats the word a few times over. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s not me you need to apologize to,” I hiss, looking over my shoulder at Lora.
Mortification floods Callahan’s face, but his gaze never breaks away from me. “I’m sorry, Lora. Please forgive me.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I order. It’s bad enough he caused the commotion in the first place. Addressing my woman isn’t going to do him any favors.
I watch him crawl on his hands and knees away from me before passing by Trent’s legs.
But I don’t give him my attention for long, returning to my feet and facing Lora. I’m a stone statue, analyzing every stunning inch of her face for reluctance or remorse toward me. Allowing her to witness my unbridled savagery, if only for a moment, is too far.
“Are you okay?” I rest a gentle hand against her arm for reassurance.
She nods, and to my great surprise, there isn’t a trace of fear in her eyes. In fact, a smirk forms on her lips, and her eyes glow with the same burning desire I saw in our hotel bed. Little minx, getting off on seeing her man kick the shit out of some asshole. I’ve gotta remember that, maybe make a habit of it. Teach this world that Lora’s mine, and I’m not sharing.
Well, that’s if anyone’s brave enough to make a move after what happened to the professor.
“He didn’t touch me,” Lora purrs. Not the reaction I expected, but I’m damn happy to see it.
Fucking and fighting is why I got into this business, and what luck I’ve had with both centering around Lora. And with one out of the way, and Lora’s intentions splashed across her face, the other is soon to follow.
“Got here in the nick of time then.” Staring into her eyes, I can feel the anger washing away by the bucket. She has such a soothing presence that even the beast inside me can’t fight.
“Twice in one week.” She takes a few, slow steps toward me. When she’s close enough, she presses a finger against my abs and lazily scrawls random patterns across them. “This time, you’ll have to let me thank you for taking out the trash. And I know the best way to do it, too.”
As much as I want to stay in control and treat this like one of the many scenes I’ve left in chaos and disorder, I can’t. Not with her. I can’t stop myself from sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her body tightly against mine, and letting the fires of passion roar inside my chest.
“What exactly do you have in mind?” Playing along is part of the fun, even though there’s only one real answer.
She jumps onto her toes, hooks her arms around my shoulders, and steals a kiss. “A bit of this,” she whispers against my lips, “and a bit of that.”
I kiss her again, losing myself to the fierce embrace in full.
Lora giggles and pulls away, gesturing with her head in Trent’s direction. He’s still standing in the front of the store, staring in disbelief.
Shit, I completely forgot he was here.
“Call the boys back at the clubhouse to sort you out,” I shout across the room.
“Got it.” He lifts his slack jaw off the floor and disappears behind the row of shelves.
And with that little bit of business concluded, I can turn my attention in full to the glorious creature pressed against my body.
10
LORA
Every part of me wants every piece of him.
He barely brings his motorcycle to a stop, and my hands are already over him. My lips traversing every inch of skin they can touch on the back of his neck. Our bodies fused together on the bucket seat while Knight scrambles to get parked.
I didn’t doubt his sincerity toward me, not once since we met. Tonight, however, confirms it all to be true. He didn’t just say and do what he thought was necessary to get in my pants.
Knight gets off of his bike, and I do the same, but before I find solid footing, his hands feel up my ass before he hoists me off the ground. He pulls me into a mouthwatering embrace, leaving me dizzy and disoriented as he starts storming toward the single-story building he calls home.
We burst through the front door, bodies interlocked and wild desire flooding Knight’s eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I finally say the words flowing through my mind the entire time Knight was dealing with Professor Callahan. “My big, strong man, taking charge, protecting what’s yours.”