Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Riptide spins me around. Our faces are almost touching. “The man asked how badly you want it.”
“I’m not…” I glance around, but nobody is really paying attention to us. “I’m not sucking you off in front of everyone, just so that’s clear.”
“Wasn’t even thinking that far, but good to know you are,” he says with a grin. “Fine. A kiss. I’ll take a rain check on the rest.”
“You’re very sure of yourself.”
“Someone’s gotta be.” He leans just a little bit closer, so close our noses are almost touching.
I don’t even care about the beer. I just needed a distraction from what’s coming, and my lips against his is an excellent solution. Riptide puts his hands around my waist and boosts me up onto the bar, disconnecting our kiss for a moment. Then he slides me to the very edge and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him from slightly above.
You can say a lot about bikers, but they sure know how to kiss. It only takes a moment before I reconsider where exactly my limits are. His lips are soft and hot, and I press all of myself against him while he clutches my ass and dips his tongue into my mouth. I’m not the only one enjoying myself. There’s a distinct ridge developing behind his jeans where I’m straddling his waist.
Riptide finally pulls away, leaving me to gasp for breath and calm the excitement roiling in my core. “Still want that beer?”
Holy shit. “The what?”
Mad Dog laughs. He goes behind the bar and fishes out a couple of bottles of water instead. I don’t even mind. It’s not what I’m thirsty for anymore anyway.
“Hey look, it’s the bitch from the Devil’s Brigade,” a voice just a little bit too loud for me not to hear says over to the side. “Guess she realized she was on the losing side. Do we all get a turn?”
They might as well have dumped the water over my head.
Riptide reacts immediately, standing straight and looking around to find the source of the insult. Mad Dog is right beside him.
Two guys, on the younger end of the crowd if I had to guess, turn around fast, acting like they’ve been watching the game the whole time. Mad Dog moves their way.
I hop down from the bar and put a hand on his arm. “Leave it. They’re just upset about Lightning. It’s fine.”
“It’s not fucking fine,” Mad Dog snaps.
He stalks over to them and hauls one of the guys to his feet. I was right. He’s probably about my age. “You think you’re a big shot? Just because you’re blooded now? You’ve still got a long way to go, kid, and I recommend taking a cue from your fucking elders. Do you seriously think it’s a good fucking idea to insult her while she’s with us? Is that the road you want to go down?” Mad Dog’s stance is deceptively casual, unlike his words, but there’s a hint of bounce, like a boxer, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
“Should you help him?” I ask Riptide.
He shakes his head and pulls me into his lap. “Not yet. If more of us jump in it’ll turn into a brawl just for the hell of it. Cryo’s still green. He’s itching to make a spot for himself in the club, and too young to know when to keep his fool mouth shut.”
I can’t take my eyes off the sight of Mad Dog defending me. I’m not sure it’s ever happened before. Obviously I don’t want him to get hurt, but it’s kind of hot.
“Should she really be here, though?” another Eagle says, glaring past Riptide at me. “We’re about to go to war with the Brigade and everyone knows she’s one of theirs. Is her pussy really worth the risk?”
Another guy stands up. “Jesus, Snake. Sit your ass down and watch the game. Look at her. You think she’s some kind of fucking mastermind? You don’t have to like it, but she didn’t shoot Lightning.”
“Or she’s just a fucking Devil’s Brigade whore, here to distract from—”
He doesn’t get further before Mad Dog drives his fist into Snake’s face, knocking him backward into the crowd. Holy shit.
“Shit, here it goes,” Riptide says a little louder over the growing noise, “I don’t think calling you a whore was Snake’s smartest move today. Doubt he’s going to make that mistake again.” He’s almost laughing, like this is a normal thing.
“Mad Dog might get hurt!” I try to push away, but Riptide holds me tight.
“I’m not leaving you here on your own. He’ll be fine. Nobody’s gonna let it go too far. There’s a lot of tension in the club right now, and sometimes the best way to fix that is to punch someone in the face.” He kisses the top of my head. “Mad Dog would probably be pissed if I shut it down too fast.”