Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
“My turn off.”
“I said I was taking you home.” He smiled shrewdly. “I never said your home.”
My eyes narrowed. “Where are we going, Connor?”
He squeezed my thigh and I internally moaned. “Wanna see my digs?”
Uh… yeah.
I’d never been to his house. I’d never even seen it in magazines. Curiosity got the better of me. I wondered what Connor’s house would look like, what his room would look like. And I caved. “Okay.” I immediately added, “But no funny business.”
“What?” He sounded positively slighted. He glanced at me a moment before turning back to the road. “Baby, do you even know me? Would I ever put you in a compromising situation?”
“Yes!” I cried out, chuckling. “Yes, you would.” That was exactly how we got into this mess.
Connor grinned hard. “Oh, hush. I’m a perfect gentleman.”
My snort was loud and his responding laughter was beautiful.
Things were actually starting to feel normal again.
Not long after, we approached a gated community. Connor hit a button on the dash and the gates opened. We drove in and I couldn’t help but watch on in wide-eyed fascination as we passed rows and rows of houses. Well, mansions, to be more accurate.
Connor pulled into a wide driveway with huge cast iron gates and looked around the dash. He clicked his tongue and checked the center console. “Baby, can you check the glove compartment for a white remote?”
I did as asked but came up empty.
Connor sighed, opened the window and hit the button on the intercom. A moment later, he got a response. “Yeah?”
“It’s me. Let me in.”
“Where’s your remote?”
Connor appeared vexed. “I left it inside.”
“I told you to leave it in the car, dickhead.”
“I must’ve taken it out.” Then, nothing.
We waited but the gates didn’t open.
Connor shook his head and hit the button again. “Ricky, I swear to God, bruh.”
Laughter came from the speaker.
Connor shoved his body out the window, looked to the security camera by the gate, lifted both hands and flipped it the bird.
The laughter increased and, finally, the gates opened. We moved up the cobblestone drive and when the house came into view, my mouth gaped. I was in awe. “Connor, this is beautiful.”
Connor took in a deep breath, puffing out his chest. “Wait till you see the inside.” He parked out front, jogged to my side, and opened the passenger door. With a smirk, he held out his arms and I grasped onto his shoulders as he gripped my waist and pulled me into him. I slid down the length of his body and obscene images of memories past haunted me.
We looked into each other’s eyes a long moment and Connor’s face inched closer a millimeter but he hesitated.
Oh, Lord, I wanted his mouth on me.
Just as I moved to stand on my tiptoes and bridge the gap between us, the front door opened. The both of us turned to look as a man strode out of the house. He was tall, built and had a smile white enough to blind. He wore dark shorts, a white tee, and no shoes. His hair was dark under the cap he wore and, for some reason, he was sucking on a lollipop. His smile widened when Connor glared at him.
“Buenos dias.”
Connor’s hand came around my waist and he started to walk me over. “Whatever, you mutt.”
The other man laughed. “So, I made you wait. Big deal.” He glanced at me, ogling me openly. “Although, now, I see what the rush was.”
Connor pointed harshly. “You disrespect my wife, I disrespect your face.”
He looked to Connor and his brow rose. “You go out to lunch and come back with a wife?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ rock stars.”
Without stopping, Connor walked me past the man and into the house but he continued to speak, calling out, “I didn’t say I was going to lunch. I said I was going to get divorced.”
The door shut and from behind us came a scoffing, “And which one of those is more believable?”
Connor held me close but paused in the middle of the hall, turning to face the man. “Emmy, this is Ricky. Ricky, Emmy.”
Ricky watched me closely. “So, you’re Emmy.” He huffed out a laugh. “I thought you were made up or something.”
Okay then. The way he was inspecting me set my nerves on edge. “And you are?”
Connor cut in. “He’s my nurse.”
“Fuck you.” Ricky pushed at Connor’s shoulder. “I’m his brother.” He reluctantly added, “Who also happens to be a nurse.”
Connor mentioned he had a brother. If I remembered correctly, Ricky was gay.
“Yeah.” Connor chuckled. “Couldn’t quite cut it as a doctor, could ya, Rick?”
Ricky shrugged. “What can I say? I’m not into the slicing and dicing biz.” He continued to watch me closely. “Nice to meet you, Emmy.” His brows rose. “I guess this makes me your brother-in-law.”