Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
She collapses onto me, panting and brushing her lips over my skin as I just hold her tight.
I’m fucking losing myself in this girl. And damn does it feel good to be lost.
Chapter Eleven
Nicole
The pancakes are fucking amazing.
I haven’t eaten food like this in forever, and I’m loving it. We’re across the road from the motel, sitting at this little fifties-style diner, in a fiberglass or melamine booth that even has one of those old mini-jukeboxes behind the ketchup and salt and pepper shakers. And across from me, looking like something straight out of a motorcycle fantasy or a Harley Davidson ad, is Killian.
We’re joking, feeding each other bits of our breakfast, and playing footsie under the table. And I don’t know what the fuck this is, but I like it. A lot. I mean, seriously, am I freaking falling for the criminal who abducted me?
…Maybe.
Seriously, this really might be Stockholm Syndrome at this point, and I truly don’t care. I might be broken, but if broken means this, then I never want to get fixed. I look at Killian, and I just feel safe. With him, I feel whole, and I feel alive.
Also, I might be addicted to sex with him, and if nothing else, I’m quite positive he’s truly ruined it for me for any other guy ever.
“What?”
I blink blushing as I realize I’ve been staring at him.
“Hmm?”
“You were staring, and I can see the wheels turning behind those pretty eyes of yours.”
I blush. “Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“Okay, fine, you got me. I was thinking about how to get the drop on you and run off to call the police to report the brute who abducted me and ravished me.”
“Ravished, huh?” he chuckles.
“Thoroughly,” I grin.
He growls.
“I could go for some more ravishing after breakfast, actually.”
I giggle as the blush creeps up my cheeks.
“Oh, could you?”
“Or right now, right here on this damn table,” he groans.
I look into his eyes, and I know he’s more serious than kidding, and damn is that hot. My pulse quickness, and a wetness blooms in the new panties he bought me.
“You’re insatiable, you know.”
Killian grins.
“So what’d did you tell your parents?”
“That the interview—” I shrug. “I was supposed to have this interview today—”
“At Harvard Law.”
I grin. “Stalker.”
He grins back.
“Well, I actually had it over a video call a week ago anyways. But I told them it went well.”
He chuckles. “So why were you at your dad’s place?”
I sigh. “I just didn’t want to be with them. It’s my mom’s birthday, which is always a total shit show, and she and my dad were fighting.” I roll my eyes. “He’s cheating on her, and she figured it out.”
“Yeah, I know.”
I snort. “I do not want to know how you know that.”
“I’m friends with the hooker he was seeing.”
I make a face, glaring at him, and he chuckles.
“A friend, princess, relax. As in, I paid her money to fill me in on your dad’s comings and goings. Trust me, that’s not my thing.”
I bite my lip, realizing how jealous and crazy I just sounded, but he reaches across the table and envelopes my hands in his huge ones. He picks them up and kisses my fingers, one by one, I blush.
“Well, my mom’s fucking the gardener, so, don’t feel too sad for her.”
He chuckles.
“Anyways, I told them the interview was great, but work needed me back in New York asap.”
I eye him.
“So why you?”
“Why me what?”
“How’d you get to be the one pulling this job… snatching my dad, I mean.”
He nods slowly. “I owe everything to the club, and my brothers are my family. With your dad putting them in jail for shit they didn’t do…” he frowns and looks away. “I couldn’t just let that go. Also, it…” he shakes his head. “Nevermind.”
“What?”
He smiles wryly. “It was my job because it settles some debts, too.”
I arch a brow. “Well that sounds juicy. What debts?”
Killian scowls. “Some shit went down a little while ago with another club’s President, and these guys are also getting harassed by your father. Me taking care of it was supposed to sort of settle the score.”
I grin. “So what’d you do?”
“It’s nothing, just a misunderstanding with their president.”
“Steal from him?”
“No, not really.”
“Fight?”
He smirks. “Yes and no.”
“You wronged him?”
“He thinks so.”
Suddenly, it hits me, and my mouth tightens as I see green.
“Is it a woman?” I say icily.
Killian’s lips curl at the corners, and he peers at me.
“Is that jealousy I sense?”
“No,” I mutter hastily, shoving some pancake in my mouth and pointedly looking away.
He smiles, shaking his head.
“There was a woman.”
Blind fury envelopes me, and I growl around my pancake.
“But,” he says quietly, his hands sliding over again to take mine. “It was a misunderstanding. She told her man that I slept with her.”
“Did you, mister ‘insatiable’?” I snap, feeling stupid even saying it.