Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
“Shut up, Madden, shut the fuck up before I scream and attract the wrong kind of attention in the form of the cops.” I stop in my tracks, turning my head back to really look at Hendrix. Her cheeks are flushed, and I’m not sure if it’s from giving her a compliment about the killer racks she’s sporting or if this is Hendrix when she’s spitting mad.
“Go ahead. While you’re at it, you’ll garner the attention of every fucking human around you, male and female, or you can quit dragging your sweet ass and follow me to my truck, where I’ll grab you a shirt before I take you back inside to repay you for the shit my dog and I have put you through.”
“Fine, but make it fast.” I don’t bother to respond with another retort. Seems when it comes to Hendrix, pissing her off is the one thing I’m good at.
“I’m pretty sure no one has ever asked me to make it fast before.” Fuck, this woman is going to have me tied in all kinds of knots in order to right every wrong I’ve seemed to committed. It wasn’t like I purposely set out to be a dick.
“You’re kind of cocky, you know that?” Hendrix mumbles louder than she realizes. The girl has no filter, is a little bit dramatic, and a shit ton of crazy. That’s where I draw the line. It’s one thing to think that a woman is certifiable, but another to voice that opinion. I learned that lesson all too well when my dad uttered those words to my mom in the middle of an argument. It was a normal night. Both of them worked long days. Mom came home to cook and clean. Dad worked in the yard on the weekends. She’d had enough, and he said, ‘Don’t be a raging lunatic just because you refuse to ask for help.’ Forest and I cleared the room so fast. Mom bellowed, and they had a full-fledged disagreement. We stayed away and busied ourselves to help calm the storm.
“Now, that I’ve been told before.” We reach my car. I let her wrist go, ignoring the way I liked how her soft skin felt against the palm of my hand.
“I bet you have.” Hendrix whips her shirt off her body. I crowd her space, not wanting the other people in the parking lot see the spectacular fucking view.
“You’re trouble, sweetheart. I can see it, feel it, and hear it. Now, stay where you are. I’m liking the view, but I doubt very seriously you want the world to know the color of your nipples.” I reach over the side of my Bronco when I realize Hendrix didn’t bother with a bra when she got dressed today, digging in the duffle bag I keep back there until I find the shirt I’m looking for. It’s black and bigger than what she took off and will probably hang to her knees, but at least she’ll be covered. What I’m not prepared for is when I press closer to Hendrix. Hands that were once by her side are now pressing firmly against my lower abdomen. My cock is relentlessly hard when I’m around the troublemaker. Our verbal sparring is clearly a form of foreplay. Thankfully, today, the jeans I’m wearing are masking my hard-on. That doesn’t stop me from wedging a knee between her legs.
“Speak for yourself.” Hendrix doesn’t pull away. The woman who claims to hate me spreads herself wider, core hitting my thigh, grinding down on it. The shirt I was about to hand her leaves my grasp when one hand goes to her hip, pulling us closer together, and the other one cups her cheek.
“Fuck, I’m gonna take your mouth,” I announce before I dip my head and lap at her lower lip with my tongue, tasting the coffee she was drinking and the underlying flavor of mint. The bag Hendrix was clutching in her hand falls to the ground. Our mouths mesh together, me dominating as much as I can without being too forceful yet showing her exactly what I’m capable of. I can take her mouthiness, but when it comes to this area of the arena, she’s going to know who’s the fucking boss. When my tongue meets hers, I’m not being tentative in the least, taking the kiss she is giving me, feeling her grind across my thigh, feeling the wetness soak through her leggings and heating my jeans. Fuck, if we were anywhere else, I’d be stripping those damn things down, my hand would be between her legs, and it’d be my fingers sliding along her slit, gathering the wetness to circle around her clit to give her the friction she needs while I thrust my fingers inside her pussy.
“Son of a bitch.” I tear my mouth away from hers, feeling the stinging bite from her teeth against my bottom lip. “You’ve lost it, seriously lost it. I don’t know why I’m even trying.” I back away. That orgasm she was so willing to receive is coming to an abrupt end.