Never Enough Read online Kelly Elliott (Meet Me in Montana #1)

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Meet Me in Montana Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
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“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” I chastised myself, forcing the dirty thoughts out of my head. This wasn’t like me at all.

“Lincoln.”

I froze again. “Yes?” I whispered.

I turned my head some, only to find Brock sound asleep and saying my name while wearing the cutest grin . . . and those damn dimples were right at eye level.

My heart dropped in my chest.

This cannot be good.

Chapter Eight

BROCK

I didn’t want to wake up. My head was killing me, but I felt strangely at peace.

Then, I realized I had my arm around someone.

Shit.

If I’d hooked up with someone last night, I was going to kill my brothers.

I took in a deep breath and smelled something amazing. Coconut? No. It was better than coconut.

When my eyes opened, I saw her.

What in the actual fuck?

Lincoln Pratt was pulled up against my body. Both of us were fully clothed, but it was difficult not to notice my hard cock pressing against my jeans.

I gently lifted my arm and carefully rolled over. Staring up at the ceiling, I silently cursed myself. What in the hell is she doing in my bed?

When I didn’t move, Lincoln did. I decided to play like I was asleep, even breathing a bit heavier.

She carefully slipped out of the bed and quietly went to the bathroom, where I immediately heard her talking on the phone. I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the door.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call! My phone was in my back pocket, and something really weird happened.”

I frowned.

“Okay, let’s see, after I got him in bed, I started to walk away, and he grabbed me, pulled me onto the bed, and then asked me to stay with him.”

My head jerked back in shock.

“Well, of course I was fully clothed! My gosh, Kaylee!” Lincoln hissed. “I did try leaving, but he just held me tighter. No, I didn’t sneak any peeks, but I thought about it; I won’t lie. I started to take his jeans off and had to stop when I realized he was going commando.”

Glancing down, I saw my belt was undone and my pants were unbuttoned. I couldn’t help but smile. I bet that was a shock for Miss Goody Two-Shoes.

“I’ve got to get out of here before he wakes up. The guy hates me, and if he sees me in his house, he’ll think I tried to seduce him or something. That’s the last thing I want him to think.”

Aw hell. I didn’t want Lincoln thinking I hated her.

“I have to pee, then I’ll try to sneak out of here. I’ll be home soon.”

I quickly ran back to the bed, attempting to lie exactly like I had been. The door to the bathroom slowly creaked open, and I could hear Lincoln making her way out of the room.

When the bedroom door clicked shut, I sat up in bed and scrubbed my hands down my face.

Why in the hell would I have asked her to stay with me last night?

I wasn’t going to deny being attracted to her. Who wouldn’t be? But asking her to stay? I must have been really drunk.

I crawled out of bed and had started for the bathroom when the bedroom door opened again.

I stopped instantly and turned. My breath caught in my throat when I looked at Lincoln standing there. Her cheeks were red, and she was chewing nervously on her bottom lip. I had to fight the urge to walk over to her and pull that lip out from her teeth.

“Um . . . so . . . I don’t know how much you remember about last night, but I was pretty much forced to bring you home, and I left my car at the bar. I . . . I don’t . . . I don’t have a way to get to my car.”

Bits and pieces of last night came to my mind but not a whole lot. “What do you mean, you were forced to bring me home?”

She shrugged. “Your brothers left. Ty said you could sleep in your truck, but Betty Jane said I had to drive you home, and she made me help you to your truck. And let me tell you, it was hard, ’cause you were drunk out of your mind.”

She smiled, but when I didn’t return it, the smile faded and she looked away.

“Why were you in my bed?”

The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I knew why she’d been in bed with me; I’d heard her telling Kaylee. But for some crazy reason, I wanted to hear her tell me why. A small part of me wanted her to tell me she’d wanted to be there. She’d wanted to stay with me after I had asked her to, as fucked up as that made me sound.


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