Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
He grinned. “We can take all your clothes off, if that would make you feel less funny. Although, if more of your clothes come off, I can guaran-damn-tee ya that you will be feeling something, and it sure as hell won’t be the least bit funny, doll.”
My face flushed even brighter at his admission. But I knew the type of man Brock was and that he’d take this as slow as I needed.
He lifted me off the counter and helped me get my bra and shirt back on. He might be a bit of a bad boy, but he was also a gentleman.
When I was fully dressed, he took in a deep breath. “I’m not going to pretend like I’ve been a saint since Blayze’s mother. I’ve slept with a few women, but I’m not a man-whore. I can promise you that, if we do this, I’m one hundred percent committed to you only . . . and I expect the same in return.”
A flurry of butterflies took flight in my stomach. “Of course,” I somehow managed to get out.
I was agreeing to date a cowboy.
No. I was agreeing to date a man who had a son and clearly had relationship issues . . . and something from his past haunting him. Let’s not forget that he also rode bulls for a living.
His hand slipped behind my neck, and he drew me in for another mind-blowing kiss. Every doubt about where this was going simply slipped away.
“I’d better go,” I said against his lips.
“Yeah, you better.”
We both smiled as Brock opened the bathroom door and I headed to the hotel room door. Brock opened it and gave me a smile that nearly had me tripping. When I took off down the hall, I glanced over my shoulder to see him watching me. I pulled the key card out of my back pocket and slipped it into the door.
The moment I set foot in the room, Kaylee was in front of my face.
“Oh. My. God. You had sex!” she hissed. “Fast sex. Was it eight-second sex?”
My eyes widened. “I did not!”
Her head tilted, and her left eye narrowed, like she was really looking me over. “Then, you had an orgasm.”
“Wrong again. Do you really think we’d have sex in his hotel room with his son in there?”
Pointing to me, she replied, “Something happened. Spill the beans.”
I felt my cheeks blush. “Yes, something happened.”
Kaylee started dancing around the room like a child getting a new toy.
I fell onto the bed and sighed. Kaylee followed my lead.
“So? Tell me what happened.”
I rolled over onto my back, stared up at the ceiling, and giggled like a schoolgirl.
“I want details. I need to live through you. Mouth? Fingers? What did he do?”
“Oh, Kaylee. He pulled me into the bathroom, and the next thing I knew, his hand was under my shirt, and then my shirt was off. Then my bra.”
Her mouth fell open.
“He actually asked me if he could touch me.”
She smiled. “That was sweet.”
I nodded. “Then he placed his mouth over my nipple, and I thought I might actually have an orgasm. It was pure bliss.”
“Well, damn. Either it’s been a really long time for you, or he has a magical mouth.”
I giggled. “Both.”
“And? What else?”
“I could tell he was as nervous as I was.”
Her brows lifted. “Bad boy mixed with a little bit of good. I like it. Keep going!”
My cheeks heated. “That was it. Then he admitted to being scared about how he felt for me. He’s dealing with some inner demons, that’s for sure. We both decided to just see where this goes.”
“You’re okay with how fast y’all are going?”
Facing her, I scrunched up my nose. “I didn’t have sex with him. How many times have you let a guy feel you up on a first date?”
She shrugged. “On a first date? Maybe twenty percent of them. Depends on if I knew them before or if we had a connection.”
“Well, it wasn’t even a date. And we sort of went on a date the other day at the carnival and dance.” I paused. “Oh my God, I’m a slut, aren’t I? I let him do that to me with his son sleeping in the other room!”
“Was the bathroom door shut and locked?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Were you both quiet?”
I nodded.
“Then you’re not a slut. It’s sort of hot to think y’all messed around a bit in the bathroom, though.”
I grinned.
“Do you want more with him?”
“Yes, I do.”
She dropped back and groaned. “Girl, I would too. Have you seen him? I mean, holy bull-rider hotness. I’d let him tie a rope to me and hold on tight, if you catch my drift.”
I laughed as I joined her again, staring at the ceiling. “Ty’s handsome. He has a nice body.”
“Yeah, he is good looking, and funny too. I get the feeling he’s pretty messed up in the head, though, and I’ve heard he’s a player.”