Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Her gaze lifts, eyes shining with wicked intent. “I was going to use my knife to show her, if she didn’t shut up.”
My eyes bug. I choke on a laugh. Jesus. Only my girl would say something like that…and mean it.
I’ll fight every one of my brothers on this if I have to, but those three bitches are never setting foot in this clubhouse again.
“They all seemed to agree on your love of threesomes with…Steer?” She frowns since the name isn’t familiar to her. “So that offer Stella made…is that something you’d want to do? Not the filming it part but…”
“No.” I snap the word too hard and force myself to soften. “Christ, Margot. You’ve seen me come unhinged when a guy so much as breathes in your direction. You really think I’d let someone—male or female—touch you?” I snort and shake my head, searching for something—anything—to move away from this topic.
“And one of them said I need to accept that on the nights you’re not with me, you’re probably with one of them.”
“That’s absolutely not true. Not since we’ve been together.” I rub my knuckles against her cheek. “Not since you asked me to be your sex coach.”
She frowns. “But we didn’t agree to those terms until—”
“Margot.” I meet her eyes, holding her there, needing her to see the truth etched into every word. “I’ve been more than a little obsessed with you since the day we met.”
She stares at me with wide eyes. “I believe you.” The corners of her mouth turn down. “I really want to.”
That cuts deep. But it might be an easy problem to solve.
I’ve got nothing to hide.
“Here.” I pull my phone from my pocket. “Give me your phone.” I hold out my hand and back my way toward the bed, dropping onto the mattress, thrilled to finally be able to do something that might fix this.
She follows, cautious but curious, and reluctantly places her phone in my palm. “Why?”
“I’m adding an app. You’ll be able to see where my phone is anytime you want.” I don’t look up as I swipe through her screen. “And my watch. You’ll have access to my location. My heartbeat. Everything.”
“Why?” She wrinkles her nose. “So I can watch your heart rate spike in real time when you’re having sex?”
“No. Jesus, no.” I stare her dead in the eyes, needing her to hear this. “You’ll feel when that’s happening, because I’ll be doing it with you. No app required.”
“This is ridiculous.” She holds out her hand, asking for her phone back. “I’m not going to track you down like a jealous lunatic.”
“I want you to be able to find me, no matter what. I’ve got nothing to hide.” It’s taking forever to log in to my accounts. Back and forth between phones. Email codes. Security questions. What a pain in the ass.
Finally, we’re linked.
She sits next to me, peering at my screen. “Can you track me too?”
I turn, studying her expression. “You want me to?”
“It only seems fair.”
Given her favorite hobby, I probably should’ve done this sooner.
I side-eye her. “This way I can make sure you’re not out hunting anyone without me.”
Her cheeks flush, but she lifts her chin, pure defiance. “That’s a solo hobby.”
“The fuck it is,” I mutter.
I check that both ends are working, then hand her phone back.
“No more worrying about anything those girls said. If I’m not with you, I’m thinking about being with you.” I lean down and drag my lips over her shoulder. “And if I want something from you, I’ll ask for it.”
She hums and leans into me, finally relaxed.
We’ve been awfully focused on me and my supposed needs tonight. I shift, brushing her hair away from her face. “And if you want something from me, you’ll tell me.”
She pulls back, a wrinkle forming between her eyebrows like she’s giving this a lot of thought. “I really liked when you chased me through the woods.”
Now we’re talking.
A slight shiver ripples through her. She bites her bottom lip, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
“I’ve thought about doing that again with you,” she says. “A lot. I think I want to find a wrap dress, so you can just untie it, instead of ripping off all the buttons.” She twists a piece of her hair around one finger. “Although the button ripping added an extra thrill.”
This woman might be what finally makes me believe in God.
“I’m glad you said that.” And I absolutely love how much thought she’s been giving it. I flick my phone open and pull up the photo Rooster sent me. “Rooster’s place has a whole lot of woods surrounding it.” I tilt the screen toward her.
“Oh my God.” She laughs and bumps her shoulder into mine. “What if he catches us?”
“We’ll wait until he’s out of town.”
“Okay.”
“Anything else?”
She hesitates, glancing toward the door. “Well, there is one other thing I wanted to ask you.”