Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 27

I take out my jacket first and lay it on the sand, bending down I remove my riding boots.

My pants and t-shirt go next and I thank my fucking common sense that I wore an actual bra, and it is white and padded.

I pull my panty right and I look at him, to find him staring at me. He studies me as he slips his shirt off and oh, fuck, all that is holy.

Damn, he has a fantastic body. His tattoos are colorful and take up his entire torso.

His body is completely ripped and lean. He slips off his pants.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sin,” He says and a rush of embarrassment turns my face crimson. I rush into the lake.

The water is clean as it splashes with my entry.

I see the fish as I go deep and take a dip not thinking of the predator who is about to join me in deep waters.

Killer enters as I turn to face him. He’s wearing a sleep shorts. I always took him as a Jockey’s man but then who really knows Kevin Stone. Sometimes I wonder if he even knew himself.

“Let’s swim to the other side, I wanna show you something,” He gestures, and takes a deep dive into the lake.

I follow him as he swims ahead of me; trying not to notice his wet hair and the fact that we are swimming in a lake. The two of us, alone.

Could it be possible that Killer likes me? Surely not, he is the one who kicked me out of my hometown. Well, I did almost kill Diamonds dad and knock my cousin out, which the latter was a mistake.

We swim for a while and my arms tire out. I worry about my breast milk. Surely this won’t affect my breast milk.

I consider this until we stop and there is a line of sand and rocks preventing us from going to the other side. Guess the lake ends here.

Killer walks up to the side, and I follow him. He takes my hand and pulls me so I can follow him. His fingers are rough, he always had gigantic hands even as a boy.

I let it slide and not think too much on it. We walk a bit and stop at the beginning of the river. He points to the other side and I follow his finger and I can’t help but start laughing.

“Can they see us?” I ask and start yelling and jumping. Killer laughs, and it sounds foreign but welcomed in a way that my body gets flustered as I realize my boobs and ass are probably bouncing all over the show. But I am done caring about things like that. I had a kid and frankly my body still looked great.

“They can’t see you, but good try.”

“This place is fantastic. A hidden gem,” I say.