Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Fucking bologna.
All this is to say that on top of being fucking pissed and in a foul mood, I’ve made some pretty piss-poor decisions yet again with Beau. It wouldn’t surprise me if she kicks me to the curb. Fucking hell, at this point, I can’t even blame her.
I pull up to the garage and quickly go to my saddle bags to grab the takeout. I got four personal pizzas, two with everything, two all meats. They barely fit in my saddlebags. A couple of the boxes, I had to turn sideways to get them to fit. That means they’re most likely fucked up. Fuck. Once I get them out, I throw them in the white bag that the boxes were originally stuffed into at Jack’s.
“Yeah, she’s going to kick my ass to the curb,” I mutter under my breath.
“What are you doing here?” I look up to see Gordo standing with another guy. I remember him from the party. I think they called him Eli.
“I’m supposed to meet with Beau.”
“Listen, man. I like you. Our kids are tight. Let’s not make this ugly. Beau doesn’t want you here,” Gordo says.
The man is trying to placate me. My lips twitch. Apparently, my girl didn’t tell anyone I was coming. “It’s cool, just tell Harper I’m here. If she says she doesn’t want to see me, I’m gone,” I tell him. I need to be easy here, too. I don’t want to cause issues with Gordo. Ty likes visiting his place when he has Slider.
“Eli, go tell Beau that BB is here.”
“Sure thing,” Eli replies, looking me over.
“You know, this may cause some issues,” Gordo tells me once we’re alone.
“Not sure I know what you mean,” I respond, lying through my teeth.
“Yeah, right,” he laughs. “I saw the way you were watching Apex at Slider’s party.”
“If there are issues, I’ll deal with Apex, brother to brother,” I tell him.
“Beau is special, BB. She doesn’t deserve being yanked around.”
“Man, I discovered that the hard way. I wouldn’t be here if I was planning on fucking up again.”
“That’s the thing about dealing with a woman, BB. You don’t plan on fucking up, it just happens,” Gordo says, delivering the God’s honest truth.
“This is true,” I admit. I’m saved from having to say anything else when Beau walks out, wearing jeans and a tee with a vintage Apache motorcycle on it. It’s sweet, but sweeter because of the way it shows off her cleavage and hugs her tits.
“Um … Hey, Hunter,” she says, nervously rubbing her hands down her jeans. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail. This brings my gaze to the delicate curve of her neck and the shining diamond studs in her perfectly shaped ears—ears that I’ve had my lips against, whispering as my cock was thrusting into her.
Fuck me. My damn cock gets painfully hard at just the memory.
“Hey,” I answer as I hold up the takeout bags. “I brought lunch if you’re hungry, but I’m not sure I’d expect much. I’ve kind of had a shit day and just picked something up in a rush so I wouldn’t be late.”
She stares at the bag and then her gaze rakes over me. Something like relief moves over her face. “Those look like Jack’s takeout bags,” she replies, still watching and accessing me.
“They are,” I confirm.
“Please tell me one of those bags has a bologna sandwich in it,” she practically begs, and I feel something loosen inside of me.
“One of these bags has some bologna in it.”
She tilts her head to the side like she’s trying to figure me out. “What’s in the other bag?”
“I got some personal pizzas because I wasn’t sure you like bologna, or mustard, or cheese. I kind of panicked,” I admit truthfully. I hear Gordo and the other guy laugh at my admission. I don’t even give a damn. They can ride my ass about it. I’ve made too many mistakes with Beau. I’m going to tell her nothing but the complete truth whenever possible. I want her to know how fucking into her I am. She needs to see that what happens here means something to me. No, fuck that shit. What happens between us means everything to me right now. That’s true for a lot of reasons and not a fucking one of them has to do with the work she does for my club.
“Cowboy, you’ve just described the perfect sandwich.”
Fuck me. It should be impossible to get this turned on over a discussion about a freaking sandwich. If I wasn’t experiencing it for myself, I wouldn’t even believe it.
“Glad you approve.”
“Oh, I do, but one of those sandwiches is huge. There’s no way I’m going to be able to eat pizza, too. So, I hope you’re hungry.”
I take the bag with pizzas and hand them to Gordo. “Looks like you get a free lunch,” I tell him, not taking my eyes off my girl.