Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Come on,” Mayhem said with his characteristically hard voice. He led them over to his Harley. She’d only packed a backpack filled with a few outfits, and when she had the straps over her shoulders, she climbed on the back of it.
She may be doing this for her brother, may even desire Mayhem, but she highly doubted she’d enjoy it. She didn’t even care that he’d said he’d make sure she liked it. Looking at him, she saw a man who was rough all the way around. He spoke his mind without caring what others thought and would probably just be looking out for himself.
“When we get back to my club I’ll speak with the president and then go about contacting the Cardonas. We’ll handle things from here on out.”
She nodded, not saying anything, because truth was, she was afraid. What if Sal and the mafia didn’t like that the MC had gotten involved? What if they retaliated on the club?
Butters didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of this, even if the MC could probably handle their own. The Cardona Family could be really dangerous, especially to a lowlife like Nate. They might be a new organization, but they were ruthlessly violent.
“I can tell you’re worrying,” Mayhem said. He was looking at her, and she’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even realized he was staring at her. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay?”
For some reason, she believed him, and that was foolish in itself. Nodding, she watched as he climbed on his bike, his big body fluid despite the Harley’s impressive, powerful size.
The scent of leather and something very manly filled her nose when he sat in front of her, and when he started the engine, her entire body vibrated from the force.
“You’re going to actually have to touch me, Butters,” he said and looked over his shoulder, his sunglasses already in place. “That or you can fall off the back of the bike.” He flashed her his straight, white teeth, and it was not a pleasant smile but one of hard masculinity. “And that would be a damn waste, so hold on tight, baby girl.”
She hated the fact he kept calling her “baby” and “baby girl”. She wasn’t his anything. Of course, every time he did call her that, this little tingle started taking root in her belly.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, she instantly tensed when he placed his big hand over hers and pushed it lower. She felt the cool metal of his belt buckle and wondered if her body was just so damn hot that it felt like a startling contrast to her skin.
Through his T-shirt, she felt the ridges of a six-pack, the rolls and hills impressive and very noticeable. The vibrations from the bike had her clit swelling, that humming engine heightening her arousal.
It was insane to want anything like this, not just from Mayhem but also because of the shit going on in her life. She felt a bit of guilt over having these desires, even if she couldn’t help it.
Butters felt like she should only be focusing on Nate and worrying about making sure this all played out the way it was supposed to—the way that would save their lives.
“You gotta hold on tight,” he said over the rumble of the bike.
Butters tightened her arms around him, but before she could move more than an inch toward him, he used the hold he had on her hands to pull her toward him.
Her body collided with his back, and the scent of leather and that spicy, masculine aroma filled her nose even more.
Her hands slid down a little more, and she bit her lip as she felt the very evident and defined bulge of his erection through his jeans. He obviously didn’t care as he didn’t apologize for the fact he had to know she felt it, but then again, this was Mayhem. After putting her hands safely on his lower abdomen, she looked up at him.
The back of his head was turned slightly, just enough that she could see the corner of his mouth. The asshole was smirking.
Yeah, he was pretty aware she’d just come in contact with his cock, and he definitely liked it.
Pushing all of that aside, she focused on other things. But damn, that was hard. Butters felt every hard outline of his back to her chest, closing her eyes because she just couldn’t hold them open any longer, she tried to focus on what was really important here.
Looking over to the side after opening them again, she saw Nate by the door, his arm wrapped around his stomach and his body hunched over slightly. She knew he was in pain, not just physically but over the situation, too.
She hated he wasn’t strong enough to live his life without falling into the wrong situations. It had been like this for so long, but maybe she was the weak one for not making sure he didn’t get into these problems?