Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Ford—” She snaps her mouth shut when a low growl rumbles from my throat.
“Ford Whitman, what did I tell you about butting into other people’s conversations?” Mom chides. “It’s rude.”
I ignore her, dragging Rowan to my room.
She yanks out of my hold. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What did Cruz mean?”
“Mean?”
“You’re welcome as long as you like?”
“You read his lips?”
“Tell me it’s not what I think.”
“What do you think?”
I hold her gaze, waiting.
“Fine, Cruz and Alex asked if I’d like to move in until my house sells and I figure out what to do next. It’s a temporary arrangement.”
“You didn’t you think to discuss it with me?”
Her eyes bead, her lips forming a fine line. She glowers at me with her blue orbs blazing. “I planned to discuss it with you later in private.”
“Did you accept their offer?”
“Yes. You know I can’t stay at my house, and the loft isn’t conducive for the long term. Are you… are you jealous of Cruz and Alex?”
I close my eyes, searching for patience.
“You’re telling me that you’re at my house, sitting on my fucking porch, knowing what you mean to me, and you agree to move in with two other men?” My voice is oddly steady for the anger boiling inside.
“Mom and I talked about it today. I’m starting my search right away. If my house hasn’t sold and I find a place, they will help me out. Staying with Cruz and Alex is a short-term solution.”
“So, move your ass in here.”
She jolts, the blaze transforming to shock. “I can’t move in here.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because we started dating like five minutes ago.”
“This may be new, but our story started a long time ago, Rowan.”
“Not only is it rash, it’s relationship suicide.”
“Were you not in this room when my mouth was between your legs yesterday morning?”
“You know I was.”
“Did you not understand when I said I wanted to wake up that way every day?”
Realization starts to dawn on her.
“And just in case you need me to fucking spell it out, I’m in love with you.”
Her jaw drops and eyes grow wide. “You love me?” she rasps.
“Fucking gone for you. Been gone since the night you waltzed your fine ass into Tom’s last fall. Thought you were still with that fucker but didn’t care.”
“Gone for me?” Her words sound wispy, her eyes glossing over.
“Shit, baby, do you not see what’s happening here? Thought you got this last Sunday night.”
She starts to nod, hesitates, and a single tear falls down her cheek. “I think it scared me to believe.”
“Ace and Harley? Major and Jewls? Remember that, too?”
“Yes, but they had history, and the guys were openly crazy about them.”
“We have history, Rowan. It’s a beautiful and complicated history that took a while to settle in. But it’s no less magical.”
“Magical,” she whispers, the glint in her eye taking on a reflective gleam. “I’m in love with you, too.”
I blow out a breath, the weight of the words washing through me. My cock goes rock hard. “Fuck me. You tell me that shit now?”
Her face twists, the glimmer dying. “Are you angry? I’m sor—”
“Don’t finish that statement. I’m fucking pissed because the only woman I’ve ever loved feels the same, and the first time she tells me, we’re three feet away from a bed that my parents are sleeping in. Then I’m taking her home to a house her parents are sleeping in.”
She grins coyly, linking her hands around my neck. “My dad is drinking whiskey and Mom is hooked on Shalya’s margaritas. We play our cards right, they’ll sleep through anything.”
My dick pulses at the suggestive rasp in her voice. “You think I can fuck you the way I want and not wake your parents?”
“I think you better figure out a way or we’ll both suffer.”
“Can’t have you suffering. But I’m not sure I can wait that long.” I hitch up her dress, skimming my fingertips across her abdomen and feeling the goosebumps at my touch.
“What are you doing? Someone could walk in.”
“No one is walking in.”
Her breath catches when my hand slides under the elastic of her panties. “Give me some room, babe, and hold on.”
Her legs part, her grip tightening. I lay my lips against hers, slipping a finger along her folds, grinning.
“You’re soaked.”
“Seems to happen a lot lately.”
Two fingers glide inside and twist in sync until she’s panting. Her muscles clench down, her moan low when I flick her clit.
“I can do this all night. Finger fuck you until you come, then eat your pussy until you beg for relief.”
“Ford,” she whimpers, grinding against my hand.
I scissor my fingers, going deeper until I hit the spot that drives her crazy. She lets out a scream.
My mouth closes over hers, swallowing her moans as she comes apart, convulsing against me. With each shudder, my dick begs for relief until a roaring pounds in my head. When her body goes limp, I tear my mouth away, panting.