Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Over the past few days, things have been good between us. Ever since I had my little mental breakdown and we both got everything off our chest, the heat between us has cooled and we’re getting along, for the most part.
The only times we seem to have any disagreements at all is when he starts pulling heavy-handed stuff like he’s doing right now.
We’re both working hard to move on and put the past behind us, for ourselves and for Levi. I still don’t remember him completely, and I don’t know if these feelings that have awakened inside me are enough to build a healthy relationship off of, but I’m willing to stick around and give it a try.
I want Levi to have stability. Levi needs his father and Coy seems to need him just as much in return.
I also want Levi to have protection. There’s no doubt in my mind Coy will keep his word. He’ll kill to protect us, and he has an entire MC to back him up and help him.
If things with Coy and me don’t work out, and I’m afraid they might not, no matter how hard we try given all the shit between us.…
Well, I’ll just have to find a way they can still be together.
Even if I have to plant my ass permanently in Kentucky.
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and walk over to the bed to go through what Coy gave me. “Since when do you care about what I wear? I already have a cute little dress I picked out...”
“Usually I don’t, you look fuckin’ sexy in anything you wear,” he admits, “but it matters tonight.”
“Oh? Fucking sexy, you say?” I smirk and glance over my shoulder at him, giving him a flutter of my lashes.
A deep, rumbling growl pours out of his chest as he looks back at me. “If Levi wasn’t around, I wouldn’t let you wear anything at all.”
Tipping my head back, I laugh, then turn my attention back to what he gave me. Picking up the shirt folded on the top, I shake it out to see that it’s a black tank top with the Royal Bastards logo printed in white on the front.
Ah, so that’s why it matters tonight…
Yesterday, Coy gave me the heads up that the club is throwing a party for me at the clubhouse tonight. I didn’t understand why they’d throw a party for me at first until he explained that being with him means I’m also a part of the Royal Bastards now.
I still don’t know how I feel about being a part of a biker club. I mean, I literally just escaped the fucking Russian mafia… But I’m forcing myself to swallow down my reservations for him. He’s built his entire life around this club, and I know that besides Levi and me, it’s the most important thing to him.
It’s still weird as hell though.
Setting the tank top off to the side, I pick up the next two items and sigh.
“Really, Coy?” I ask as I turn around enough to show him the black lacy bra and thong he wants me to wear. “You even picked out my underwear for me?”
“You don’t have to wear those if you don’t want to,” he smirks back at me, dark eyes gleaming.
I make a disgusted sound in my throat, knowing exactly what he’s implying, and set the bra and thong on top of the tank top. The next item is a pair of thick black socks that get quickly tossed on top of the thong.
“Is any of this even going to fit?” I ask as I grab the last item, a pair of blue jeans, and snap them out.
“Why wouldn’t it? I checked the sizes on the stuff you already have,” he says, just like a man.
“Coy… When it comes to things like bras and jeans, the sizes aren’t always the same across brands. Things can be the same size and fit differently.”
“That sounds fucking stupid,” he says with annoyance.
“It is,” I agree, nodding my head. “I’ll try them on, but they might not work…”
Still being stubborn, even after that, he says, “Darlene helped me pick them out so they should.”
“You shopped with Darlene for stuff for me?” I ask, a little amused at the picture as I grab the bottom of the t-shirt I’m wearing.
It’s one of Coy’s metal band shirts. I don’t know why I keep wearing them, they’re freaking huge on me, but there’s something strangely comforting about wearing his clothes.
I even steal his boxers every chance I get.
“Yeah, she—” he starts and then makes a little choking sound of surprise as I rip the shirt off and toss it away.
“She?” I prompt when he remains silent and turn a little to flash him some side boob.
Yeah, I’m totally not wearing a bra.