Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
“She likes you, too.” She reached up and cupped his cheek. “You’re really sweet, do you know that?”
The way he twisted his face made her huff out a soft laugh.
He removed her hand from his cheek and kissed the inside of her left wrist. “Put it here. This way you can see it and so can everyone else. Fuck anyone who don’t like it.”
That was a perfect place to put it. Now she just needed to find a good tattoo artist along her journey.
The pot was beginning to make her head fuzzy and she was quickly losing focus as sleep pulled at her.
“Are you staying the night?” Her question came out a bit slurred.
“Want me to?”
“Yes.”
“Warnin’ you now, leavin’ if you call me sweet again.”
“Okay. I won’t call you sweet again.”
He leaned over and growled, “Ever.”
She grinned. “Ever.” She crossed her fingers and drew an X over her heart. “I promise. I’m going to remove that word from my vocabulary when it comes to you.”
“Fallon,” he whispered.
He hated to have to wake her but he didn’t want to simply ghost without telling her. Especially if he wanted to return to her bed tonight—which he sure as fuck did—that wouldn’t be smart. Women tended to get pissed about shit like that.
“Fallon,” he repeated, a little louder this time. He was trying not to startle her.
She stirred and slowly rolled over, blinking open her eyes. She let her gaze glide down his body. She was half asleep until she noticed he was fully clothed. “You’re leaving?” Her voice was husky from lack of use.
The rough in his own voice was more from lack of sleep, since they’d woken up in the middle of the night and used another wrap in the bowl Ozzy had so generously left in Fallon’s room.
But every second of missed sleep had been worth it. In fact, he struggled to unwrap himself from around her to get up and get dressed.
The last time he stayed all night with a woman was with Billie, back when they were together. So, it had been a couple of years.
“Yeah. Gotta go. Need to head back to my place and get ready for work.” He purposely worded it the way he did because he didn’t want to tell her that he lived in a room in a bunkhouse full of men. Like a damn college dorm.
Ry said that the bunkhouse was a bit better than his dorm because of the access to the kitchen with plenty of food and free booze in The Barn. Judge’s son usually stayed in the bunkhouse whenever he had a break from school since it made him feel more independent than staying with his dad and Cassie. And then, there was their daughter Daisy. Most of the guys could only take her in small doses.
Whip pitied the man who tried to tame her. If anyone even attempted to try.
Fallon released a yawn as she stretched her arms over her head and her legs toward the foot of the bed. She was totally fucking naked and her doing that shifted the sheet down enough to expose her awesome as fuck tits. That was enough to tempt him to climb back in bed with her and call in sick. But Dutch would kick his ass and know exactly what he was up to. The man might sometimes act dumb but he was shrewd and far from fucking stupid.
“What time is it?” she asked on another yawn.
“Around five.”
She groaned and pushed her hair out of her face. “Five? Why so early?”
“Need to head back to my place to shower, change, eat. You know, all the shit needed done when someone still has to do the whole J. O. B. thing.”
“I can’t say I miss that.” She covered a third yawn with her hand.
“All right… They usually got coffee in the lobby and if you need breakfast just ask whoever’s workin’ the front desk to arrange somethin’. Or shoot me a text once you get up. I can get Lee to drop off stuff from Coffee and Cream. Their shit’s the bomb. Once you have a ride, promise you’ll be headin’ there every damn mornin’ while you’re in town.”
“That good, huh?”
“Yeah. Way better than those fuckin’ big chains.”
Her tousled hair was spread over the pillow and she blinked her blue eyes up at him. He wondered what the fuck she was thinking. When she reached out to him without a word, he stared at her hand for a split second before taking it.
She gave it a squeeze. “Thanks for last night.”
He interlocked their fingers, lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over the back of her knuckles. “Should be thankin’ you.” He settled a knee on the mattress and it sank when he leaned down far enough to take her mouth.