Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Brenna snorted. “If only. Wish that had been the problem.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Old Ollie sucked in the sack?”
Her cheeks turned a light pink, and she averted her gaze. “I wouldn’t say he sucked. It just wasn’t… it wasn’t what I wanted.” She chuckled and covered her face with her hands. “Oh my God. I can’t believe I said that. Ignore me. It was fine.”
Fine. Christ. His skin prickled with hot need only a man who’d gone too long without fucking understood. “And what is it you want?” he rasped through a thick throat.
She turned her head and met his gaze again. Fire replaced the discomfort in her eyes. “Crazy,” she whispered. “I want it to be absolutely, off-the-wall crazy intense. I want it to make me stupid and make me think of nothing else. I want it to be all-consuming, no matter where I am or who I’m with.” Then she blew out a breath. “I want something that I’m not sure exists.”
For fuck’s sake.
His body nearly burst into flames at her honest words. His dick was so hard it ached like hell. That existed all right, and he could fucking give it to her, but goddamn, would it fuck up her life.
“Ignore me,” Brenna said with a half-laugh. “I’ve clearly lost my marbles. Let’s just watch the movie.” She settled back against the couch and hit the play button without another word.
Lock forced himself to stare at the television, but he couldn’t ignore how the air thickened between them or how her body felt magnetic, drawing him in.
I want it to be all-consuming, no matter where I am or who I’m with.
The movie began, but it didn’t register. Instead, Lock watched a different film in his mind—one in which Brenna was the star, where she lost control, shed her inhibitions, and found that wild passion she spoke of. Lucky for him, he had the male lead in this little fantasy.
He couldn’t act on the desire. Not with how many times he’d already fucked his club over. Curly was counting on him to keep Brenna safe, and that included from him and his greedy dick. He nearly groaned aloud. How the hell was he supposed to make it through living with her until they solved this problem with her ex?
He had no idea how long the film was playing when he heard Brenna curse and felt her stiffen beside him. The harsh word pulled him back to reality, where he found a very spicy scene playing out across the screen—one that did nothing to calm his raging lust.
Brenna seemed to be suffering a similar fate. “Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she muttered as she drew her legs up and buried her face against her knees.
Lock burst out laughing. “Problem?” he asked as she groaned.
“I did not pick this on purpose. I promise I had no idea what this movie was about. The description just sounded good.”
“Suuure, I believe you.”
“Oh, my God. Shut up!” she said without lifting her head.
“You should look at the screen. You don’t want to miss this,” he said, laughing at her humiliation.
“I hate you,” she muttered. “I seriously hate you right now.”
That only made him laugh harder. “C’mon, I fed you, gave you beer, and let you watch porn on my TV.”
“Lock!” she shrieked. Her head popped up, and she glared at him before glancing at the screen, where the scene had only gotten raunchier. “Kill me now.” Her face flamed bright red, and he swore he could feel the heat of embarrassment wafting off her, whereas he couldn’t stop laughing.
Shit. Who knew the night would end up being so much fun? As Brenna hid her face again, Lock couldn’t help but feel they’d crossed the line from awkwardly forced roommates to some semblance of friends.
Friends who watched erotic movies together then retired to their separate beds to deal with their arousal alone.
Fun.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“THIS IS INCREDIBLE. Really, Brooke, you guys thought of everything.” Brenna took in the unfinished space with genuine awe. No need to blow smoke up anyone’s ass to secure the job. The shelter would be one of a kind once finished.
“Thank you.” Brooke beamed with pride. “Oh, there’s Liv. Hey, hon, come join us,” she called to Olivia, who stuck her head through the recently installed front door.
“Hi, babe. I have some papers you need to sign,” Liv said before her eyes widened. “Brenna, hi! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re here and that you decided to take on this project.” She dashed into the hallway with a squeal, not seeming to care that her designer pumps were getting covered in dust from the recently sanded drywall.
Liv was one of those lucky women whose style came effortlessly. At least, that’s how it appeared to Brenna, who never thought clothes fit right on her body. Oozing panache and luxury, Liv seemed like she’d be a high-maintenance snob, but her personality didn’t match her taste. So far, she’d been warm, welcoming, and not a bit pretentious.