Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He looked down at me, but I kept my eyes on the bike, taking in the shiny chrome and the black gleaming paint. It was older, but still very large and intimidating looking.
“I’m glad I’ll pop that cherry,” he teased as we reached his bike.
Little did he know that hit a little closer to home than he realized.
“Did you just go buy that helmet?” I asked, surprised when I saw the pink helmet strapped to the back seat.
He shook his head. “No. I’ve had it for a while now. No one’s used it before, though.”
I knew he’d most likely bought it for Molly, but I wasn’t willing to ruin the moment by bringing her up.
“I like it. It reminds me of the paint on a bass boat,” I said as I ran the tip of my finger along the sparkly top.
He picked the helmet up and strapped it onto my head.
“Feel okay?” He asked, his gray eyes boring into my own green ones as he held the side of my head with both hands.
I nodded, licking my lips involuntarily, causing his eyes to flick down and take in the movement before he returned his gaze to my eyes.
“Good,” he rasped and then took a step back, dropping one hand and offering me the other.
I took it and straddled the bike, resting my ass on the padded seat at the back.
He mounted shortly after me and started the engine with a rough thrust of his leg.
The bike rumbled to life, and I squealed as the vibrations shot through me.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed loudly, scooting down until I was nearly crotch to ass with him.
He threw a grin over his shoulder, reached backwards for my hands, and wrapped them tightly around his torso. “Hang on. Once we get away from the parents, then we’ll ride.”
And ride we sure as hell did.
Thoroughly.
***
“I think I should go look at something cheaper,” I hyperventilated as I saw the price of the car again.
Grayson looked at me. “Yeah, they’re pretty back breaking. It’s hard to think about spending thirty five grand on something like this. It’s a big commitment.”
He could say that again. I had expected something more like twenty, not thirty five. I’d been so naïve.
“Offer him thirty two,” I demanded as we watched the salesman walk back with the keys to the SUV.
He looked down at me sharply. “Why me?”
“Because I have a vagina, and you have a penis,” I said obviously.
He snorted. “And what’s that got to do with anything?”
I shrugged. “Nothing. Just that he won’t bullshit you like he would me. Everyone knows that!”
“Doubt it. But I’ll try for you,” he said as the salesman took the final four feet to us.
Wasting no time, Grayson looked the salesman in the eye and said, “Thirty.”
I barely contained the urge to giggle. “I could’ve done that!”
The salesman shook his head, grinning. “No can do on that. I can do thirty one five. That’s the lowest we can go.”
“Make it thirty one, and we’ll take it,” Grayson said evenly.
The salesman pursed his lips. “Let me talk to my manager.”
***
“Holy shit!” I squealed as we pulled up to my place in my brand new car.
Grayson grinned hugely at me. “What?”
“I can’t believe you got them to knock nearly four thousand dollars off the asking price. I want to be you when I grow up,” I breathed.
He chuckled and unhooked his seatbelt. “Too bad you couldn’t park in the driveway,” he said dryly.
I grimaced and looked at the two trucks parked where I normally did. “Yeah, they’re nice like that.”
He frowned and stepped out of my new car, his boots clunking on the pavement one by one as he slid out of the seat.
I watched him exit the car fully before following his direction.
“So which truck is Colby’s?” He asked as he eyed the two vehicles taking up way more of the driveway than they needed to.
Assholes.
“The blue Ford. Bobby’s is the brown Dodge,” I muttered as I walked up the walkway to my house.
He grunted in reply.
I opened the front door, which had chosen to actually latch closed for once, and swung the door wide, unsurprised to see two men taking over our living room as they stared at the screen with controllers in their hands.
Iliana was nowhere to be seen.
“What do you need from me?” I asked as I gestured to the new lock he was carrying in his hands.
He looked down. “Phillips head screwdriver.”
Walking into the kitchen to our junk drawer, I pulled out the screwdriver and brought it back to Grayson.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll go get changed, and once you’re done we can go,” I said hopefully.
His eyes flicked to the two men sitting on their asses, not acknowledging us at all, and he nodded. I knew with that one look he surmised that I didn’t want to be there.
I left him to the knob as I walked to my room and shut it quietly behind me.
I made quick work of my clothes, changing into an old pair of cutoff jeans that were now shorts, and a stained black t-shirt that I’d painted our bathroom in last winter.
The shirt resembled the one Grayson had worn earlier. Threadbare and oh so soft. The arm holes were cut down low so the wide band of my sports bra showed.
Packing a bag, since I planned to stay at my parents for the weekend, I came out ten minutes later to see Grayson leaning up against the wall, flipping the key ring around on his finger as he glared at the man sitting on the couch in front of him.
Uh-oh.
“Hey,” I said walking up to Grayson. “All done?”
He nodded. “Yep. You ready?”
I nodded, chancing a look over my shoulder to see Colby glaring a hole into my back. “Yes. I’m ready when you are.”
At his nod I turned to the two men sitting on my couch. Both watching me now.
“Will you tell Iliana that I won’t be here this weekend?” Directing my question to Bobby.
At his nod, I turned to go, grabbing Grayson’s hand as I went.