Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
As soon as the upbeat tempo starts, I recognize the song.
‘Mr. Brightside’ by the Killers.
Wolf brings the microphone close to his mouth as his gaze locks on someone.
I glance around and realize that he’s staring at Fallyn.
Even in the darkness of the bar, it would be impossible not to notice the way her face turns ashen. Her gaze stays locked on him. It’s like she’s powerless to look away.
His voice is deep and raspy.
It sends a chill skating down my spine.
I asked Fallyn weeks earlier if she knew Wolf and she claimed not to. The way his attention stays locked on her says otherwise.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but it’s seriously hot,” Juliette says.
I rip my gaze away from Wolf and glance at her before nodding in agreement. It feels like I need to be hosed off.
Or better yet, find my man to take care of business.
Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Once the final notes fade, I turn to Fallyn, prepared to demand answers only to find that she’s disappeared. Wolf stares at the exit at the back of the bar as applause and whistles for an encore ring throughout the space.
A frown mars his expression as he leaps gracefully from the stage and cuts his way through the mass of bodies. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge the girls who shout his name, attempting to wave him down.
Juliette and I say goodbye to Britt, who goes in search of Fallyn before grabbing our drinks and heading to the table. As soon as I set the beverages down, Ford pulls me back onto his lap.
“You about ready to head out?” he asks, his warm breath tickling the sensitive flesh near my ear.
I nod before snuggling closer and pressing my lips to his. “Yup.”
With his arms banded around me, he rises from the chair. “Good, because I’m done sharing you for the evening. I need you all to myself.”
A sigh of contentment escapes from me because I feel the same.
I want Ford all to myself.
And if I have my way, it’ll be for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Ford
Two years later…
* * *
I kick the apartment door closed as I loosen the tie from around my neck. On a normal working day, I’m visiting job sites, looking over plans, and checking on the crews to make sure headway is being made. This afternoon, I met with a prospective client. So, it was necessary to dress the part.
Suit.
Crisp button-down.
Tie.
Added bonus—Carina loves when I get all dressed up.
She thinks I look like a model.
That thought is almost enough to make me snort.
More than that, she likes when I take off the gleaming leather belt, loop it around her wrists and fasten it to the headboard before stretching her out naked. The expensive silk tie gets wrapped around her eyes so she can’t see all the delicious things I’m doing to her.
She can only feel them.
It only takes the thought of her all tied up and at my mercy to make me hard as steel.
“Where are you at, pretty girl?” I call from the small entryway. I need my woman and I need her now.
“In the kitchen,” she says, raising her voice.
I beeline for the spacious room and find her bent over as she slides something into the oven. My gaze falls to her heart-shaped ass.
Carina has the best damn ass in the world.
It’s the perfect handful.
And she’s just as muscular as she was in college. She’s putting in twelve-hour days at the studio she opened last year. It’s the perfect blend of her passion and major.
On the nights when I’m not coaching at the local high school, I find myself stopping by at the end of the day to sit on the floor and watch her dance. I probably shouldn’t mention that we’ve christened every room in the place.
Multiple times.
As she spins around to greet me, a smile lights up her face. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey, yourself.” My fingers wrap around the molding that frames the entryway as I lean forward.
Her eyes slide over me. “Have I mentioned how much it turns me on when you wear a suit?”
I smirk. “Nope, I don’t believe you have.”
“Liar.” She tilts her head. “Sometimes I think you wear it on purpose just so I can rip it off your body.”
Guilty. I fucking love when she has her wicked way with me.
I push away from the doorframe and saunter into the kitchen, stalking her around the marble island. “I think you like it better when I tie you up on the bed.”
“I do.” Her voice turns breathy as she retreats a few steps so that I’m forced to give chase. There’s nothing I love more than catching her.
“I know. I love tying you up. Every time my fingers brushed against the leather of the belt or tie, an image of you naked popped into my head. I’ve had a boner all damn day.”