Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Thank fuck, because I didn’t exactly think to bring condoms when I found out Billy was over here. And there’s no way in hell I’m done with you yet.”
How did he know?
That’s the least important question to be asking right now.
“What happens now?” I ask, hating the timid tone of my voice.
I hate to ruin the mood, but the reality I ignored when we crashed in here is now back. We’re not two people with nothing to lose. We’re parents, and our daughter has to be priority number one. She can’t get hurt because of us.
“I’m only human, so I need a few minutes,” he says, grinning bigger before nipping my bottom lip. “But I plan to make it hard for you to walk tomorrow.”
I frigging shiver when he says that. He laughs, and it embarrasses me that he noticed the ill-timed reaction.
“That’s not what I meant,” I groan, and he snickers softly before pressing a kiss to my neck again.
He leans up, studying my eyes, and his smile slowly turns into a serious line. His hand goes to my hair, gently running his fingers through the loose curls.
“I’m not sure what else to say. I didn’t plan for this to happen, but you’ve been driving me out of my fucking mind since the day you felt me up at the supermarket. So I’m done fighting it, Allie.”
Another shiver. Another laugh from him. And I frigging blush. “I didn’t feel you up,” I lie—I was totally groping his chest, even though I hated myself for doing it when I saw who he was. “You know this can turn into a mess, and we have Angel to think about.”
He pulls back, looking down at me, and he slowly shakes his head. “I gave you plenty of chances to change your mind. Too late now. We’re doing this. I’m really persistent—”
“Allie!” I hear Bella yell, and I curse as Wren rolls off me.
“Allie, you in here?” Bella calls, getting closer to my room. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be right out!”
Wren openly stares at my naked body as he sprawls out on my bed, putting his hands behind his head as he takes me in. I don’t miss the smug grin on his face as I grab my robe from the back of my door and rush into the bathroom. Thank God there’s a door from my room to the bathroom—to do a quick, nowhere nearly good enough, clean up.
I walk back out, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. Wren doesn’t bother covering up, and I let my eyes linger far too long on his very naked, very tempting, very hard—
“Allie! Are you okay or not?” Bella demands from the other side of the door.
My eyes snap up, and Wren winks at me, grinning as though he knows exactly where my mind is. I take a deep breath, and quickly open the door enough to step out, shutting it before Bella can see him on my bed.
Her eyebrows go up in surprise, and she takes a step back, letting her gaze rake down my robe-covered body. Thank God I shaved my legs this morning. Sometimes I do get lucky after all—no pun intended.
“Um… What’d I miss?” she asks, a knowing grin suddenly blooming across her face as her eyes meet mine.
I grab her by the elbow, tugging her away from my bedroom, and lead her toward the kitchen. But I scream loudly when I see a guy suddenly right in front of me. He jumps, I jump, and Bella laughs.
The guy smiles awkwardly and uncomfortably, taking several steps back. He’s short, pale, and why does he look disappointed in me?
“I think we interrupted something,” the guy says, still frowning before looking at Bella and pushing the glasses up on his nose.
Bella rolls her eyes. “Can you wait on me outside?” she asks him.
This is Benjamin? She really is trying to change her type. But he could be a great guy, so I can’t judge him… yet.
Wren is suddenly in the room, his shirt still off but his jeans are on, and I squeal. Damn. People really need to stop scaring me.
“Sorry,” he says, his grin slowly forming. “I heard you scream.”
“Benjamin scared me,” I explain, but I grimace at how pathetic my voice sounds. This is the mother of all awkward situations, and I have no frigging idea how to act right now.
Clutching my robe a little tighter at my chest, I swallow hard, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Benjamin frowns while looking over at Wren. What is with his judgmental eyes? Or am I just being paranoid because I lost control, screwed my daughter’s father in a fit of passion, and now I’m worried I’ve just destroyed the relationship we did have.
Bella, however, doesn’t look judgmental at all. She looks like she wants to do cartwheels or dance in celebration. I want to hide.