Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Oh,” Macy gasped, her subterfuge revealed. “Was I that obvious?”
Mike didn’t answer, just sat there looking at me as if I were an expensive sandwich he wanted to unwrap and devour. I blushed. I had so little experience being offered up on the market that I doubted my seduction skills. Not only did I have this guy on the hook, but he looked ready to jump into the boat. All I had to do was say yes, and I would be treated to a night of pleasure. I would be able to peel off that tight T-shirt he was wearing and run my hands along his muscular frame. I could undo the belt that held his pants in place and dip my fingers deep into the darkness there. I wondered if he would fill my palm, if he was already swollen. I felt heat between my thighs and knew that I was ready to hold up my end of the bargain. Now there was just this awkward social dance we had to do before the lovemaking could commence.
“Since I’m being so obvious,” Macy continued when neither Mike nor I responded, “I was hoping we could find someone without kids to show Tammy around town.”
“I think I can do that,” Mike said, “but first there are a couple things I want to do.”
I didn’t have any trouble imagining what those things were. I wanted to do more than a couple of things, but I thought I could start with a kiss. His lips looked warm and inviting, capable of taking me places I had never been before. I was dying to get out of the bar and into his arms. I looked to Macy to see if she could continue the magic she had worked all night.
Macy didn’t rescue me. Instead, Mike reached across the table and took my hand. “Do you want to get out of here?”
“Yes,” I said. My entire body was wound up so tight, if I didn’t have sex soon, I felt like I was going to die. He was the cause and the cure. I couldn’t believe our luck at landing such a perfect specimen on my first visit to this little bar. I had never had such chemistry in Austin. Even with my ex-boyfriends, the chemistry was never this heated. Small-town magic truly was… magic. Mike’s hand against my hand whispered intimate secrets, promising gentle but insistent foreplay. I squirmed in my seat as Macy got up to let us pass.
“I’m going home,” my cousin said, giving me a quick hug. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Don’t wait up,” I said.
Macy gave me her best secret, not secret, winning smile. Mike and I didn’t wait, leaving the bar hand in hand.
“This is me.” He pointed to an older truck.
We climbed in, and for an achingly long five minutes, we drove out away from the main street, through fields to the commercial lumberyard.
“I thought you worked at the lumberyard,” I said.
“I work here, and I live here,” he said, killing the engine.
We parked in a driveway with two other cars, and when he helped me out of the cab, he motioned away from the main door to a set of stairs over the garage.
“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked.
He was still holding my hand, leading me as if I were a fairy princess ascending to a ballroom. “Full disclosure, I’ve never brought a woman back here before. Yes, I live with my parents, but did I mention I’m getting out of here as soon as I can?”
“I’m not gonna judge you for being close to your parents.” How could I? Every minute of every day, I wished mine were still alive.
We arrived at a little platform at the top of the stairs. He dropped my hand and fished in his pocket for keys. I couldn’t help but notice that there was something a lot larger than keys in his pants. He opened the door and bowed, like a proper gentleman. I curtseyed, giggling. As soon as we stepped through the door, the whole atmosphere changed.
Gone was the friendly conversationalist, and in its place was a ravenous wolf. Mike scooped me up without giving me a chance to set down my purse. He pivoted and set me down on a desk, on top of a folded computer. I had a momentary urge to push the thing out from under me. I was too polite to destroy his laptop in an act of compulsive lovemaking, but he didn’t seem to care.
He locked his lips onto mine, gently nursing the bad girl in me to life. I closed my eyes as I felt rough palms press against my cheeks. He tasted like cheap beer and tequila and smelled like cologne. It was all man, assaulting my senses and making me want more. I licked softly at first, then more insistently as he pressed me back into the wall. It was all so naughty and all felt so wrong, but I was loving every second of it.