Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I can’t stay here. I need to try and get ahead of this. I need to try and calm my father.
My mind made up, I’ll start looking at my options. Chains and I slept in our clothes last night. I’ll admit I was surprised he allowed that, and somewhere in the back of my mind a little disappointed.
That proves I’m insane, by the way.
I look at the cold metal on my wrist. My first task is to get that damn thing off. I’m going nowhere until I do. I watched Chains put the key in his pants pocket last night. I’ve never been good at pickpocketing, but then again, I’ve never really tried.
Desperation, it turns out, can be a great motivator. I turn my body and drape one leg over his, as if I’m hugging him up. I allow my free hand to hold him close. Chains mumbles in his sleep, but he doesn’t move or wake. I give him a few minutes to settle and make sure he’s still out. My eyes move around the mostly dark hotel room. There are a few soft strands of pale light coming through the closed curtains, which means it’ll be daylight soon.
We must’ve slept forever; I thought for sure that I would have been awake earlier. I guess being kidnapped really tires you out. The thought makes me smile a little.
A girl has to keep her sense of humor.
When I’m sure that Chains is still sleeping, I let my hand slowly start moving towards his hip. I keep my gaze locked on his face the whole time, searching for movement or sound that he’s playing me. You don’t grow up with two older brothers and not get suspicious when a man is around. I let my finger slowly dip into the pocket opening. Chains mumbles under his breath and I freeze, thinking I’ve for sure been caught. I hold my body tense, preparing for the worst. I can hardly believe my luck when it appears he settles back into sleep.
Apparently kidnapping a biker princess takes a lot out of you, too.
Who knew?
I slide my finger deeper into the pocket, frowning when I don’t feel a key. I push a little more, until my fingertips are pressed against the seam of his pocket.
“I think you need to move your fingers a little more to the right,” Chains says, his voice sleepy and sinfully sexy. I ignore the chills of awareness it sends down my spine. Instead, I concentrate on the fact that I’m not going to get free today.
Then, I make the ultimate mistake. I look up at Chain’s face.
He’s sexy all the time, but with his hair mussed from sleeping, his blue eyes relaxed with slumber and sparkling with laughter, he’s deadly. I instantly feel my body react to his smile, even though I shouldn’t.
Shit…
20
Chains
“What you want isn’t in my pocket,” I grin.
“There’s no key in your pocket,” Kayden accuses, her voice soft, her eyes flashing with surprise.
I reach down and take her hand and move it to my cock—my hard, aching cock that is pushed up against the zipper of my jeans, demanding release. I cup my hand over hers, squeezing the hard edge of my shaft, pleasure curling through me like white-hot electricity.
“You don’t really want a key, Kayden.”
“I really do,” she insists stubbornly, but when I take my hand away, hers stays pressed hard against my cock, her fingers pushing in as she squeezes me.
“Give me your mouth, Baby Girl.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she asks, her gaze locked on my lips, her eyes hungry.
“We both know you do.”
“If I kiss you, it doesn’t mean anything,” she mumbles, her neck stretching as I dip down.
“It can mean everything,” I tell her, my lips moving against hers.
“Shut up and kiss me, Chains,” she growls.
That fucking growl wraps around my cock even tighter than her hand is right now. I kiss her, taking her mouth hard, swallowing her growl, and claiming her. The kiss is a series of tongues, teeth clashing, sucking, fighting for dominance. It’s a war, not a kiss and I intend on winning. Kayden submits to me, melting in my arms, her fingers busy unbuttoning my pants.
“Don’t start something you’re not willing to finish, Kayden,” I moan, breaking away from her mouth, just to kiss down her neck and let my teeth scrape against her tender skin.
“I’d be finishing it, if you’d quit talking,” she argues, her head going back to encourage me to keep tasting her sweet skin.
Somehow the little minx has managed to get my cock free. Her hand wraps back around it, stroking me and squeezing me tight. It feels so fucking good, I could come just from that alone. She moves then to flip us, so that she’s lying on top of me. I growl, moving our joined hands because they get trapped between us.