Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I wanted to take my time, to savor this, but her hands were grabbing my ass, her hips were rocking against me, and her little moans ripped away what was left of my control.
“Fuck, baby,” I growled as her walls tightened around me, threatening to take me with her as she came.
“Kylo,” she gasped, body tensing. “I’m gonna…”
Then she was, her pussy tightening around me as she cried out.
I fucked her through it, but had no control left to take her to another as I slammed deep and came with her.
It wasn’t just Rue who was shaky and breathless afterward.
I angled her chin up and sealed my lips over hers again. Softer. Unhurried.
Until the hot water ran out, blasting us with frigid water that had Rue squealing and rushing out.
I reached to turn off the tap, a smile on my lips as she wrapped a towel around herself.
I cleaned up, dried off, then followed her out into the bedroom where I found (with a small tug of disappointment) that she’d already pulled on a pair of biker shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
“Damn,” she grumbled, digging through the duffle.
“What’d you forget?”
“A brush.”
“Lucky for you, I have hair,” I said, walking back into the bathroom to grab my brush and hand it off. “See something you like?” I asked, a cocky smirk tugging at my lips, until I saw the way her brows were pinched.
“What is that?” she asked, voice tight as she looked at my stomach.
I followed her gaze, seeing the old, pink, round scar there.
I couldn’t lie to her.
“Bullet wound,” I admitted. “Happened a long time ago. Before I joined the club. Got myself into some shit. Some guys tied me to a chair and… yeah. The bullet wasn’t even the worst of it,” I said. “Though I don’t think Siana would agree. She’d been white from all the blood loss.”
“Siana. Your old neighbor.”
“Yeah, she saved my life. I was at death’s door when she came in to put some pressure on some of the wounds. Even so, barely made it.”
“Is that why you joined the club?” she asked, glancing back up at me with misty eyes for an injury I barely thought about anymore. “Because you had no one to help you when you needed it?”
“Something like that, yeah.”
“Have you ever been hurt since joining the club?”
“Not like this, no. It’s been pretty safe around here, all said and done. It’s always the women who bring the trouble,” I added with a little smile.
“To be fair, Marco is both our problem,” she said.
Then I watched as her face fell, her eyes going huge.
“Babe, what?” I asked.
But she ran past me, yanking open the bedroom door, and barreling down the hallway before I could even grab a pair of pants.
Her feet thundered on the stairs.
“Rue! Wait!” I called, grabbing a shirt and pulling it on as I rushed down the stairs. “Rue!” I yelled as she flew out the front door.
“She took my gun,” Caymen said, already up and trying to rush after her himself.
Then it hit me.
Her grandmother.
That was how Marco kept her under his thumb.
With threats to her loved ones.
I yelled back over my shoulder.
“Get someone to bring in Traeger,” I called, then ran after Rue.
The gravel bit into my bare feet as I followed her shadow as she flew across the street, not even pausing to watch for a car.
She had a head start, but my longer stride should have allowed me to easily gain on her. That wasn’t factoring in her panic, though. Rue weaved down the winding streets of the fifty-plus community, never slowing, not even when security lights flicked on or a startled dog barked from windows.
She had one goal in mind, and nothing could slow her down.
I pushed my body harder as she zeroed in on the well-lit front of the assisted living building, worried that there might be a pin that I would need to get in.
Sure enough, I saw her pause, punch something in, wait, then yank open the door.
I was just quick enough to grab the door before it clicked closed.
The lobby had the lights at half power, but it was still oddly bright for nighttime. There was no one standing at the front desk, so Rue moved right to a screen, clicking around, then signing something.
Only then was she able to move forward, past a small lobby, then toward the elevator bank.
“Hey, wait,” I said, grabbing her arm. Once I had her at the wrist, I pulled the gun free and slid it into my waistband, highly aware of the cameras peering down at us.
If there was anyone sitting and watching those, we were fucked.
If there wasn’t, so long as we didn’t cause a scene, no one would have any reason to check them and find the two of us barefoot with a weapon in the building.