Midnight Confessions – Midnight Falls Texas Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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“Mexican?” I ask with hopefulness in my tone. Amos takes his eyes off the road when we come to a complete stop, waiting for the light to change, and I’m questioning where to look all over again. He’s got a day’s worth of stubble along his jawline, long eyelashes fanning his hazel eyes, and his lips… God, I can only imagine how soft they’d feel, how roughly he’d take my mouth, and when his teeth press into his lower lip, my brain goes haywire, a lot like it is right now. I press my thighs together. This time they aren’t bouncing up and down; they’re clenching, trying to keep myself together in a different way.

“Sounds good to me.” The light changes, and he turns right. I lose his attention and refocus mine on the road, mainly looking for a restaurant that we’re after. I could just as easily pull out my phone and do a quick search, but since we’re in a bigger area off the interstate, there’s usually anything you’re looking for. Amos maneuvers his truck and trailer like it’s a small car instead of this mammoth of a beast.

“Damn,” he mutters under his breath once we’re on the main drag of the town we’re staying in tonight. I’ve been busy looking at places to eat and have no idea what’s going on with Amos until he elaborates, “Looks like we need to find a hotel room first, then get some food. A bunch of no vacancy lights are flashing, and I’m not about to put us in a roach motel. So, we’ll see where this next road leads us, and if it’s shit, we’ll hit the next town over.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize that. Clearly, I was looking with my stomach and not sleep.” I feel like a heel. He’s been doing most of the work, driving, stopping when I don’t even so much as breathe a word about needing to relieve myself, and here I am, being selfish.

“Nothing wrong with that, sweetheart.” He’s been easy going so far. I only hope that I don’t do anything to change that.

“What about that one?” I point like a dummy; the sun is setting, and I’m sure he has not one damn clue what hotel I’m looking at.

“Which one, Genny?” It’s then I see he’s squinting, and maybe his eyes are a lot more tired than mine are. Though, the blue light-blocking glasses help a lot with eye fatigue.

“The Lodge. There doesn’t seem to be a light on, but maybe they don’t have one either?” I answer his question with one of my own.

“Only one way to find out. Should have thought about finding a place before we left this morning. But I had my mind on other shit, and it completely slipped,” Amos says with annoyance.

“I could have brought it up, too. We we’re just going with the flow. I know driving this rig would take a lot of work and I’d do a horrible job. You’d have no rims, maybe a bent frame, too, but if this doesn’t work out, I’m not opposed to sleeping in the truck for the night.”

“Not happening, Genevieve. You want to learn to drive my rig, we’ll do it when we’re back at the ranch. What we aren’t doing is sleeping in a truck when there are a million other hotels along the way.” Amos turns into the parking lot of what seems like a more upscale hotel than the others.

“We’ll see about driving. I’m not sure I can see over the hood of your truck, much less drive it.” I’m currently the passenger princess and have a hard enough time looking at my surroundings with how big his truck is.

“The seat moves, up and down, backwards and forwards, as well as the pedals. I’ll get you behind the wheel soon enough.” Amos stops under the covered entrance, places the truck in Park, and turns to look at me before saying, “Sit tight. This won’t take too long. We’ll get settled and find some food nearby.” He opens the center console, his fingers grazing mine as he does, and I’m left speechless as he pulls his wallet out. Then he grabs his cowboy hat, places it on his head, and pulls the handle on his door. The interior light causes me to squint as it illuminates the cab.

Felt cowboy hat? Check.

Gray cotton shirt stretched across his upper body? Check.

Worn jeans, molded to his lower half? Check

Boots that I’m sure have seen better days? Check.

And that’s Amos with his clothes on. Jesus, Genevieve, get your mind out of the gutter. This isn’t going to end with sex.

“Lock up, Genny.” Amos captures my attention with the deep gravelly timbre of his voice.

“Oh, okay.” I’m totally busted. My eyes avert to look anywhere except him. When Amos closes his door, I hit the lock button, and try as a I might, there’s no denying myself the opportunity to watch as he carries himself. Broad shoulders, tapered waist, and thick thighs. Yep, I’m totally screwed. Sharing a hotel room with him is going to be impossible for my raging hormones. And don’t even get me started on thinking about him in the shower with only a door separating us. I’ve really done it this time. I’ve got myself in a world of trouble, only this time, it’s of the sexy cowboy variety.


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