Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He bent down.
They both wound their arms around each other.
And they went at it.
He managed (mostly) not letting his dick get (too) hard.
But it wasn’t easy.
Then he ended it, walked her to his truck, took her to her car, followed her home and waited outside until he saw the light go on in the unit she told him was hers and she texted, All good.
He waited some more and got, Murtagh is looking forward to his adventure.
He waited even longer and got, Murtagh is my cat-not-my-cat. FYI.
Only then did he reply, Go to bed, baby.
And on his way home, he got, Cute.
Chapter Five
The Right Stuff
Dutch
Dutch was in a moderately bad mood at eleven twenty-seven the next day when he knocked on Georgiana’s door.
It didn’t take long before she opened it, and she did that with her face happy and eyes alight, a big smile on her mouth.
“Hey!” she greeted.
“Babe, you gave me the code to your building,” he stated irritably.
Something she did, via text, that morning, half an hour ago, not at his request.
The smile wobbled. “What?”
“We barely know each other.”
“Dutch, you’ve had your tongue in my mouth.”
“I know.”
“And maybe doing that again would be a better way to greet your New-Style American Girl You’re Gonna Start Seeing.”
At the vague but hilarious reference to Sixteen Candles, and Georgie just being Georgie, he moved fast, hooked her around the waist and hauled her so hard to his body, she let out a high, adorable squeal.
He then laid a wet one on her, shuffling her back into her pad as he did it, hearing the door swing shut behind him.
When he ended it, she was visibly dazed and blinking.
He made note of that since, with the way she ran her mouth, it might come in handy.
“You buzz strangers up,” he ordered.
She recovered and retorted, “You’re not a stranger.”
“We could go bad and I’ve got your code.”
Georgie tipped her head to the side. “Are we gonna go bad?”
“No.”
She got that look he liked way too much, pressed close and moved her hands so they were curled around either side of his neck. “Dutch. We have a new building manager and he’s King of Security. He changes the code randomly and often.”
That made him feel better, and he gave her a squeeze to communicate that.
“He’s also installed more cameras, which means our HOA payment has gone up, and I’m down with more security. The rise in HOA fees, though, bites,” she went on to share.
This surprised him.
“Your landlord makes you pay the HOA?” he asked.
“Since I’m my landlord, yes,” she answered.
This surprised him more. “You own this place?”
It wasn’t tactful, but she didn’t take offense and showed him that by busting out laughing.
Through it, she said, “I don’t know where that comes from, either you don’t think my pad is all that hot and don’t understand why I bought it, or you don’t think I have it together enough to be a homeowner.”
“Babe,” he muttered, lacing that word with apology.
She ran a finger along the stubble at his jaw and said softly, “This pad isn’t all that hot, but it was what I could afford when I got a bee in my bonnet about getting on the property ladder. It took a lot of scraping money together, a couple years of seriously frugal living, and a loan from my dad, but I managed it. Though, I continue to manage it by having a roommate who was in med school when I found her, then took off to save the world, somewhat literally, but still pays half the mortgage.”
“I haven’t seen it, still know it’s a good investment.”
That made her look surprised. “Sorry?”
“You’ll move on, but you can rent this until you die. It’ll be a tidy source of income. I got the same. Two rental properties. My brother Snap makes a mint off stuff he owns, I followed that road.”
More surprise from Georgie. “So you own a house and two rental properties?” She didn’t let him answer, but quickly said, “And that isn’t about you being a biker. It’s about…” She didn’t finish that either, in a way. She also did by asking, “How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
Now she looked stunned. “And you own three properties?”
“I’m patched in, so I take full cut of monthly earnings from Ride. But Ma got Dad’s cut the whole time after he died, until she got hitched to Hound, who’s also a Chaos brother. She set some aside for Jag and me. And when they sold the house we grew up in, they split that in half, and gave it to Jag and me. Though, not right away. She held on to it until we were old enough not to blow through it doin’ stupid shit. But when she did hand it over, it was substantial, and to make it work for me, I invested it.”