Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“I love you.”
***
“What’s going on with Torren? His eyes haven’t left you since the party started,” Baylee asked curiously.
I didn’t bother to turn to the man that seemed to be shooting out beams of superheated sex through his eyes and every pore in his body.
I could feel it.
My vagina could feel it, too.
I’d never been one to have spontaneous orgasms before, but there was a first for everything.
If anything else, Grayson would have no problem talking me into sex. If the man had come over right now, he wouldn’t even have to ask me. I’d be offering my body up to him in a heartbeat.
And that sure would look bad in front of my mom and nearly all of her coworkers that weren’t currently working a call, since virtually all of the on-duty cops had joined the off-duty ones.
“He’s emotional,” I replied, taking a handful of cinnamon roasted nuts out of the bowl I was standing next to.
I was a compulsive eater, especially in times of stress.
Sex vibes counted as stress, right?
“Well, Torren’s always been the happy one. It’s only been since you two have met that I’ve seen him something other than happy. Or at least appearing to be happy. I want to say it’s nearly to the point where I’d call him broody. Sexy broody,” Viddy said, waving her hand in front of her face to fan herself.
Yes, the man knew how to make a woman sweat.
“And look at the two of those brothers together. They look like they’re getting close,” Rue said lightly.
I did turn around at that comment.
Ross could be Grayson’s twin in every way. Both had the signature Trammel cleft chin that they’d inherited from their father. Both had the black hair, and dark stormy gray eyes.
The only difference between the two men was the tattoos covering Grayson’s arms compared to the clean virgin skin of Ross’.
The two had been spending a lot of time together this past week, and this weekend, the two men planned to ride over to Tuscaloosa, and somehow it’d turned into a ‘run’ or whatever that meant, which had nearly the entire club going.
“They’re like two peas in a pod. They have so much in common,” I said to the group. “They’re both paramedics. They both ride motorcycles; Grayson spent the entire weekend trying to convince Ross to patch in.”
I’d only just learned the term ‘patching in’ when Grayson had started to explain the process to Ross while I was making dinner for us all.
Apparently, when a person wanted to become a member of The Dixie Wardens MC, they had to go through a year of being what they called prospects. A current member of the club would be their sponsor, and they’d spend the next year licking boots and eating shit. Or at least that’d been what I got from the entire conversation.
Once they’d done enough time as a prospect, or they’d earned the club’s respect and loyalty, then they’d become fully patched in.
“Wow, that’d be fun. Then all three members of the Trammel family would be members of The Dixie Wardens,” Adeline observed.
“Uh-oh. He’s glaring at you again,” Channing mumbled around a mouthful of peanuts.
I tried not to look.
I really did.
But I couldn’t help it. I had to look. He compelled me to do what he wanted.
Knowing the man was mad at me was killing me.
I didn’t like making him mad. Hell, I hadn’t intended on making him mad.
I’d just been tired of waiting to have the discussion on where I was going to live.
I’d been secretly hoping that he’d ask me to move in with him, but even I could see that it was too soon. I didn’t blame him. Moving in together was a huge commitment, and we’d only officially been dating for going on three months now.
What I saw when I finally looked up made my heart pound.
“Shit,” I groaned, letting my head fall into my palm.
“What? Who’s that standing next to him?” Adeline asked.
I wanted to beat my head against the table.
“That’s Mance. He’s a cop and a patient of Iliana’s. I met him a couple of weeks ago, and he asked me out. When I told him no, that I was involved with someone, he told me that he hoped it wouldn’t work out so I’d take a chance on him. He’s nice and all, but he’s not Grayson. He doesn’t make my heart pound and give my vagina butterflies.” I didn’t mean to speak the last part out loud, but I’d been so nervous taking in the look on Grayson’s face, that my filter had malfunctioned.
“Vagina butterflies?” The group asked as a whole.
My face flamed, pure red hot.
“Uhh,” I said smartly. “You know, when you get those tiny little flutters…down there…when you catch their eyes on you. Or when they only touch you in the most innocent of ways. Or when they whisper to you really deep and seductive like.”
“I kind of like that I do that to you,” a deep, silky voice said at the back of my head.
Grayson’s breath touched the base of my neck, causing electric sparks to shoot through me, causing my nipples to harden and my core to clench.
“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” I replied huskily without turning around.
Shit. When did he leave where he was standing? I’d been looking at him not thirty seconds before, for God’s sake!
And if the look on the girls’ faces was anything to go by, his eyes were promising delicious, naughty things just like his voice had been only moments before.
“Come for a walk with me.”
It was a demand, pure and simple.
There was no request at all, but my ass still slid off the bar stool I’d been occupying for half the night.
My mother, who was across the room, clocked my movement instantly.
She’d been told by my father about the discussion that happened in the kitchen moments before we left, and I didn’t think I’d ever seen my mother so mad before.
I waved at her and she nodded, acknowledging that I was okay, and went back to her conversation with her boss.