Hot Nights – Summer Lovin Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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“We were leaving.” Spencer must notice the stern pitch in Talon’s voice. Believe me, my insides sure enough have. I’m a pile of desire. It’s taking everything I’ve got not to drop to my knees and beg for more.

“I’ll lock the door behind you.” Talon tilts his head to the side, waiting for Spencer and Mariah to continue their journey. The last thing I expect him to do is mouth the words, ‘Wait for me when you’re done.’ I nod, then, like a good little worker bee, I get to work. There’s a lot to be done for opening and closing Captain T’s, and truth be told, I’d much rather open than close. In the early morning, when the sun is slowly lifting in the sky, the world is still minus the water lapping along the seawall. It’s soothing. The closing usually has a wave of customers trying to get that last-minute purchase before we shut down, making us work at a frantic pace. Whereas in the morning, you’ve only got the diehard fishermen in to get beer, ice, and bait. Thankfully, I don’t have to deal with that area. I’m not worried about getting my hands dirty or holding live bait, but there’s a smell you can’t get off your hands after working all day. Tara and Grandpa Scott hired another person to help on the weekends. He’s here until the early afternoon or whenever we run out of bait. Most days by the time the clock strikes noon, we’re out of stock, and Mattie heads out the door to do some fishing of his own.

I walk out from behind the counter. My first order of business is working on the stock. I’ll bring everything to the front of the coolers, so when Tara comes in tomorrow, she can work on replenishing them from the back end. I prop all the doors open, knowing how to make quick work of my task. Plus, I’m all about working as efficiently as possible to get out of here. If luck is on my side, the parents and neighbors next door cooked a feast and I’ll be able to pig out on leftovers. The protein bar I shoved down my throat earlier is slowly leaving the station, which means hangry Kelsey is going to come out soon. I hate that I’m the way I am. The minute my feet hit the floor, I’m pondering what to eat for breakfast. I don’t crave coffee or hot tea at all. Food is the main object of my desire, along with a glass of cranberry juice. Mom says I get it from Dad, and I’m exactly like him except he survives off coffee whereas I do not.

“Done.” Thankfully, there are only four coolers to keep up with and it doesn’t take very much time. Now that I’m cooled off from the refrigerated drink coolers, a nice reprieve from the hot humid air, it'll help me cool as I straighten display cases.

After that, it’s just getting the cash register. Captain T’s takes cash and card. Thankfully, all I have to do for the credit card machine is run the report, leaving me to only count cash and put away what we’ll need tomorrow to start the drawer. The rest will be put in another bag for one of the owners to deposit into the bank.

“I’ll do the cash register.” I’m working on the clothing racks when Talon announces what he’s going to do after locking the doors. The last thing I expect is to feel him, though. My skin tingles in the wake of overwhelming sensations as the tips of his fingers graze my hips. When I put on my outfit today, never in my life did I expect the object of my affections and every fantasy all in one to make a move.

“Talon.” My head drops back, resting on his chest. Talk about giving a girl whiplash. A few weeks ago, the man standing behind me pushed me away, and now it seems like he’s pushing his way into my life.

“Soon. First, let’s get this shit done and locked up. Then I’m going to lay it all on the line, Kels.” The rasp of his beard slides along the slope of my neck. My knees attempt to buckle; the only reason they aren’t is because I was smart enough to lock my legs.

“Okay.” I tremble when Talon steps closer to me. With my ass pressing against his hard cock, there’s no way to stop from trembling. The cat and mouse game we’ve been playing for far too long is finally coming to fruition.

“You’re making it damn difficult to keep me from bending you over and finding out what you’re wearing beneath these tight-as-fuck shorts.” His voice is deep and husky, the kind of timbre you’d imagine he’d have first thing in the morning. Except now I know it’s when he’s turned on. My ass juts backwards, moving in the slightest of ways.


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