Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He was adorable and hot.
He also looked very similar to Parker, only a slightly less rough version of him.
But both of them had this certain something about them. An unapproachable air that would make me hesitate to approach either one of them.
Even with my badass self dialed up to ten.
Parker grunted at me calling his nephew ‘adorable.’
Janie flat out laughed. “Only you would call a man who looks like he could eat people for breakfast adorable. Next, you’re going to say that you find Parker to be like a teddy bear.”
I looked over at Parker, who did, indeed, remind me of a bear.
But not a teddy bear. A grizzly, maybe.
Or maybe a black bear since he didn’t have a hump on his back like a grizzly. He was powerful, thick with muscle and deadly looking.
Honestly, I would not fuck with him.
If he pissed me off in some way, I’d never say a word to him. It was that common sense that sometimes surfaced in dangerous situations. And without a doubt, with zero uncertainty, this man was not a person that you fucked with.
I don’t know if it was something in his eyes or the way he held himself, but I seriously would learn to hold my tongue around him.
“I’m sure he gives good hugs,” I finally managed.
Parker turned to survey me.
His eyes scrutinizing my every feature.
I felt stripped naked under his steady gaze.
Then a ball was hit so loud that my head snapped around only to turn it back the other way just as fast when that ball headed straight for the bear-man on my right.
The sound of that ball hitting flesh as Parker caught it had my mouth falling open in astonishment.
He’d caught it in his bare hand, inches from hitting his face.
Holy shit.
Then, without a care in the world, he handed it to the little boy in front of him who appeared to be at his first Lumberjacks game.
The moment the ball was in his tiny little clutches, he started to dance in his seat.
“Thanks, man,” the father said. “He loves baseball. You probably just made his whole week.”
Something sad crossed over his face for a few seconds. “What’s his name?”
“Jett.”
And that was when I saw Parker’s entire face close down.
“You’re welcome.”
Then he sat back in his seat and didn’t say another word for four more innings.
Around the seventh inning stretch, Parker waited for God Bless America to stop playing before he got up and headed for the aisle.
To do so, he had to pass me.
Which meant his ass was in my face as he did.
I had to hold onto the seat to keep myself from lifting my hands and touching his ass.
He was wearing tight, worn out blue jeans. A white t-shirt with the Lumberjack symbol on it, and a black ball cap with a white Under Armour logo embroidered on the front.
The t-shirt stretched beautifully over the muscles of his back, and I could faintly make out the dark ink of a tattoo underneath the tee.
His shirt had ridden up over his belt, and I could see the gray waistband of his Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.
I licked my lips and ordered myself to calm down. It wouldn’t be a good idea to poke the bear.
Really, it wouldn’t.
But he had this hole in his jeans directly over his right ass cheek.
And honestly, I’d never been able to resist temptation anyway.
My grandmother always got on to me about it when I was younger. After she died, I’d gone to live with James and Janie. My grandmother had clearly passed on this bit of information, and James continuously told me I needed to learn impulse control.
There was this one time on a road trip when I’d gone to the bathroom at a truck stop. There’d been this hole in the wall that I later learned was called a ‘Glory Hole.’
I’d learned that the hard way, too.
Mostly because I’d sat there staring at it so long that someone on the other side thought I was offering services that I wasn’t actually offering.
Meaning, at seventeen, when I’d seen a dick come through that hole, I’d run outside and immediately informed Janie, who’d then caught the attention of her father when she’d shrieked in laughter so loudly.
Anyway, holes fascinated me.
I always wanted to know what caused them, or how deep they were.
I was just weird that way.
Luckily, I managed not to poke the hole on his ass.
Only just barely.
But that was partially due to the fact that he moved faster than one would think someone as big as him could move.
My finger was literally up in the air, ready to poke it when he was starting up the steps milliseconds later.
“Oh my God!” Janie gasped, leaning forward and dislodging the baby from her breast as she did. “You almost poked him in the ass!”