Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“What do you want, if you win the wager?” Carlos asked.
Big Dick smirked. “You wear the Prospect patch for a year, and you become the Hell’s Bastards MC’s little lapdog.”
“And if I win?” Carlos asked.
“You can have anything you want,” Big Dick said. “So I guess the question is, what do you want?”
“Your patch,” Carlos said. “That is what I will have, and you will become a prospect again, earning your right to the club.”
“I don’t think this is a good idea, guys,” Kinky said. “Larissa is protected by Smokey.”
“Smokey won’t find out,” Big Dick said. “You’re not going to say anything, because that would jeopardize your position with Hailey.”
Kinky looked between the two of them. “What the two of you are doing is fucking wrong. You both know it, and I’m not going to stick around to see this deal through.”
The other man got to his feet and walked away.
Big Dick looked to Carlos. He never backed down from a fight, nor did he bow out of a bet.
“Deal,” Carlos said, and shook his hand.
There was something in Big Dick that made him instantly regret what he had just done.
Chapter Two
Two shots of tequila, and Larissa felt rough. She hadn’t been sick, nor had she slept in. Baking was a consolation, but it also wasn’t exactly helping right now, because the baked goods were making her a little queasy.
Her dad had stayed up and made her a hot cup of tea, which she had appreciated. They didn’t talk, and she certainly didn’t tell him she took part in a dare—a crazy, stupid dare, but one she couldn’t get out of her mind.
She did not want to think about that kiss with Big Dick. It could have been anyone walking through that door. She didn’t know what had come over her. She had looked to all the ladies, and it seemed they already knew she couldn’t do it. So, she did, without a question asked. She just got right in and kissed him.
Of all of the people to enter the damn bar, it had to be Big Dick. Although, that could have gone a lot worse. Kissing any of the other men at the bar that night would have been a nightmare. Kissing Smokey would have been so wrong. Carlos, Ugly Beast, and Hunter, all of them were taken, and she was no cheater. She believed in the sanctity of marriage. It was a sacred vow that should be protected at all costs, not brushed over as if it meant nothing. Marriage meant something to her. It always had and always would.
She finished serving the last of the morning rush customers, and so far, the bakery still had a lot to offer. With the shop empty, she quickly took a quick trip to the back to gather more baked goods to fill the stands so it was bursting to the seams.
As she was picking up the brownies, she heard the doorbell ring, alerting her to more customers, and she quickly rushed back to find George standing in the shop. It was then she realized in her mind that she had been calling him Big Dick. She took a deep breath. She liked that she always called him George.
“George,” she said. “Good morning.”
It was Saturday morning, and she glanced over at him, trying not to look at his lips. That kiss had been a dare, and it didn’t matter. George hated her and didn’t like her around the club, which is why she always stayed away. Although her friends had invited her, she tried not to visit the club so they could enjoy their time without her around.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said.
This made her frown. George had never been nice to her, and more often than not, he treated her like a pain in the ass.
“What can I get you?” she asked, putting the items she had gathered into place, and the tray on the back counter behind her.
“How about you and me going out for coffee?”
Again, this was new.
“Uh, no, thank you. I’m working.”
“What are you doing after work?”
“I’ve got an appointment with Hailey at the beauty parlor,” she said, still frowning.
“Why?”
“Because I asked Hailey to help me with some things, and she promised she would.”
She wanted to learn how to put on makeup. For Christmas her father had gotten her a beauty set. It had surprised her but also delighted her. He had listened to her constantly ramble on about the new beauty parlor and how much she loved it, and he had paid attention. That meant a lot to her. The only snag, like most things in her life, was the fact she didn’t know how to put makeup on. She felt like in most cases, mothers were there to help.
Her mother wasn’t around. Just as she hadn’t been there for Mother’s Day, or prom, or the day she had gotten her first menstrual cycle. Between herself and her dad, that had been an experience she didn’t want to repeat. Then came the sex talk.