Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
“I see.” I wouldn’t have to pry to get him to tell me. The man couldn’t keep secrets from me for shit, much to Caleb’s dismay.
“I swear, honey.” He was actually pleading with me now. “He already had it here before I could stop it.”
“Did he?” I had no idea who or what he was talking about, but I was guessing it had something to do with Caleb.
“Vi, the bike was already here when I got back from the shop. Swear to God.” He was working for Tiny in his motorcycle garage. He built custom bikes for high-end customers. Which was used to launder money. Among other things. Me and Quinn both were finding out Knuckles was way the fuck more resourceful and connected than Quinn had thought. Which was good because it seemed Knuckles had half the police department and state police working the Nashville area on the payroll. Also, that was two oaths to God almost back-to-back. He must feel really guilty.
“Riot,” I said, using his road name to get his attention. “Is Caleb all right?”
“What?” He looked confused, then his eyes widened. “Yes! Caleb’s fine. Nothing happened to Caleb.” When I merely raised an eyebrow, he ducked his gaze, toeing the edge of the rug with his shoe. Then he sighed and I knew I had him. “He bought a motorcycle.”
I blinked. “Come again?”
“I swear --”
“To God. Yes. You said that,” I snapped. “What the fuck is going on, Quinn?” This… was alarming. For multiple reasons.
“Caleb bought a motorcycle. He had it delivered to Tiny’s this afternoon after he got out of school.”
“A motorcycle.”
“Uh, yeah. Kind of a nice one too. A Harley Breakout.” He swallowed, trying to smile but failing.
“OK. So, my first question is how did a twelve-year-old buy a motorcycle? Without an adult present at the time of the buying.” Oh, the guilty look just got worse and worse.
“OK, it’s my fault. I’m sorry! But the kid practically double-dog dared me!” He hung his head like a naughty child. I also knew the old double-dog dare scheme from Caleb all too well. “I’m sorry I lied. And I’m sorry I swore to God and still lied.”
I tried to keep a straight face. I really tried. It was simply impossible with Quinn sometimes. “I’m going to ground you both for this.”
“It’s my fault. Don’t ground Caleb.” Riot actually stuck his lip out. Pouting!
“Oh, so you didn’t take that double-dog dare?”
“OK, so that’s not true either. He did double-dog dare me and I couldn’t help but take it, but I still don’t want you to get him in trouble.”
Yeah, the asshole was playing me, making me laugh so I’d forgive him and my son. I knew he was managing me, and I didn’t give a good Goddamn. “You’re incorrigible! Both of you!”
“Oh, yeah?” Instantly, his demeanor changed. Instead of cute and contrite, he now looked wicked and corrupt. “I’ll show you incorrigible.”
In a heartbeat, he was on me, his mouth claiming mine with a hungry intensity that stole my breath. My back hit the wall as his powerful body pressed against mine. He gripped my hips with a possessive heat that had me melting into his touch. “You think I’m bad?” he growled against my lips. “You should see what I’m about to do to you.”
I gasped as his teeth grazed up my neck. I was already tugging at his shirt, needing nothing between us. “Caleb --”
“Is at Knight’s for the next two hours learning computer shit.” He slid his hands up my shirt, his rough palms skimming over my bare skin. “Which means I have you all to myself, Mrs. Devereaux.”
The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. Three months of marriage and I still wasn’t used to it being so wonderful. Quinn had shown me what it felt like to belong to someone who treasured rather than possessed.
“Quinn,” I moaned as he lifted me, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist.
He carried me to our bedroom, kicking the door shut and locking it behind us even though we were alone. Better safe than sorry. He laid me on the bed with the same gentleness I’d come to crave like a drug before standing back to strip off his shirt, revealing the tattooed expanse of his chest and abs.
“You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me pull my own shirt over my head.
I smiled up at him, no longer shy about my body. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Quinn undressed me, tossing my clothing aside before lowering his mouth to my breast. He circled my nipple, sending an electric zing straight to my clit. I arched beneath him, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“I love the sounds you make when we fuck,” he said, his voice gruff with lust. “Drives me fuckin’ mad!” He shoved at his pants, getting them over his hips before leaning in to swipe his tongue through my pussy.