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)
“Don’t turn on the sweet after you hauled me in here like a caveman. We need to improve your manners.”
“You want to give me lessons?” The seductive, low tone sends a prickle down my spine.
“Not a bad idea.” I try to sound strong, but the hitch gives me away.
“How about we start tonight?”
“Okay, first lesson: don’t manhandle your girlfriend in a public place.”
“Noted. But it won’t be a problem because you won’t be away from my side again.”
“And you should apologize to that poor man you threatened.”
“Not happening in this lifetime.”
“Not mannerly. You’re already failing.”
His tongue slips inside, grazing mine before pulling back. “Rowan, you taste like cherries, smell like summer, and look like a goddess. One more minute and I’m fucking you on Tom’s desk.”
A wave of desire sizzles through me and I swallow. “That would definitely be frowned upon.”
He backs away, curling my hand in his. “Let’s go enjoy Jewls’ last night, and then we’ll resume these lessons at home.”
He smirks, knowing he has me, and pulls me gently behind.
When we get back to the bar, Shayla sets a glass of red liquid in my spot.
“What is this?”
“New creation. Drink up and let me know what you think.”
“We figured you’d love it,” Harley giggles. “We’re calling it the Cherry Twister.”
Ford grumbles his opinion,
I don’t dare say it out loud, but it’s cool as hell to have a drink named for me.
23
FORD
I switch off the water and reach for my towel, only to find the hook empty.
“Shit,” I mutter, scrubbing my hands through my hair and leaning back against the wall. Exhaustion seeps into my bones, weighing me down.
Fuck if anything can go right today. Or this week, for that matter. Days and nights chasing down leads, only to hit dead ends.
“Where the hell is a fucking towel?” I spot the empty shelves.
Has it been that long since I’ve done laundry?
“Hmmm, seems you may need to use mine.” Rowan’s sultry voice pulls my attention to the door.
All annoyance drains at the sight.
Her hair is piled on her head, curls spilling out everywhere. Her make-up is more pronounced, making her blue eyes glimmer in the light. Glittery sparkles cover her neck, chest, and arms.
But that’s not what’s making my cock instantly rock hard.
She’s wrapped in a light green towel that’s tucked at her chest.
“Hope you don’t mind, I let myself in.”
“Tell me you didn’t drive your ass across town in a towel.”
She laughs lightly, shaking her head. “No, I wore clothes.”
“Where are they?”
“In the bedroom.” She crosses the room to stand in front of me, handing over the towel. “Like I said, you can use mine.”
My eyes rake over her naked body. “Jesus, baby, fair warning, you want to make our reservations, you have five seconds to back away.”
She drops the towel and steps into me. “Not worried about reservations. More worried about my uber-sexy, sweet, unbelievably hot boyfriend having a terrible week and needing to talk.”
“Talking is the last thing on my mind.”
She tips on her toes, brushing her lips across mine. “Hoping you’d feel that way.”
In a swift motion, she’s in my arms and my mouth crashes to hers. Our tongues tangle, fighting to find a rhythm until she sighs and surrenders control. Her legs lock around my waist, her hips grinding down.
Her heat slides along my dick, teasing with each movement. “Fuck, you’re wet.”
She grins against my lips. “I’ve been waiting days for this.” Her thighs tense at the same time as she slams down, taking all of me. Her cries fill the room as her body trembles.
“Fuck, Rowan.” I squeeze her hips. “Are you okay?”
“God, yes.” She arches back, her tits on full display.
I pull one nipple between my teeth, backing her into a wall, and hitching one thigh to angle deeper. “Hold on.”
I drive into her over and over, fucking her ruthlessly.
“Harder,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my neck. The sharp pain provides a welcome distraction from the primal savage need coiling low in my spine.
I want to hear her come apart over and over, taking my dick until she’s screaming my name.
My mouth moves to the other nipple, running my cheeks over the skin until it’s pink before I suck it into my mouth. She cries out again, arcing further.
Her walls clamp down, bringing me closer to losing it.
“Can’t do that, baby.”
“So close.”
I increase my speed until she’s wriggling. “Please…”
Her eyes come to mine and my balls tighten. Those translucent blue orbs are giving me a glimpse of my future.
Shitty weeks, bad intel, chasing criminals… my mind travels to the past. All the bloodshed, the friends gone, the fights we lost, and the fights we won.
All of it has brought me to the goddess in my arms.
Everything I ever needed right here.
She senses the change, cupping my chin. Without words, she’s telling me what I need to hear. Her trust, love, and devotion stare back with a force so powerful it singes straight to my core.