Only You – The Adair Family Read Online Samantha Young

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Drama, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 121460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 607(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
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To my surprise, the bastard got out of the car, grinning from ear to ear, as he rounded the bonnet to get to me.

“What have you got to smile about?”

He bent his head to mine and brushed his lips across my ear. “Because you really like me.”

I jerked away. “Keep those lips to yourself, or I’ll consider the bet over.”

Brodan had a spring in his step as we walked down the harbor street. “You really, really like me.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.”

“I do bloody not. You’re a pain in my arse, Adair.”

“But you care I threw myself off a building.”

“If you want our date to continue, I wouldn’t keep reminding me.”

“You like me.”

“If you don’t stop, I will throw you off another building.”

He grinned boyishly to himself.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips.

“I’m going to hold your hand because it wasn’t stipulated in the bet,” he announced.

“Touching was implied.”

“Aye, like my tongue on your clit kind of touching? Not holding hands.”

I swear my clit throbbed at his words. Stopping in the middle of the quiet street, I gaped at him. “You did not just say that.”

Brodan searched my face, delighted by whatever he found there. “Oh … oh, this is good.”

I spluttered a nonresponse.

He practically did a jig. “We never stipulated there could be no sex talk, right?”

“Brodan—”

“And look at those rosy cheeks just at the mention of me going down on you.”

“Brodan—”

“This is going to be fun.” He rubbed his hands together gleefully. “As will fucking you on your hands and knees until you see stars, but that can wait.”

“Brodan!” I glanced around frantically to make sure no one was around to hear his filthy words.

“And you’ll keep saying my name like that every time I thrust into your sweet, tight pussy.”

My whole body flushed hot as I throbbed with need, gaping at him in desire and horror.

“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “This is making me hard.”

“Good,” I snapped, stalking toward him. “Then maybe you’ll think twice about talking to me like that in public.”

“I have,” he agreed, hurrying to catch up. “I’ll save it for when we’re alone.”

I squeezed my eyes closed in despair.

This was going to be the most torturous bet of my life.

Brodan reached for my hand, and I glowered at him.

He smiled back. “I think the date is going well so far.”

27

Brodan

Dating Monroe Sinclair was exquisite torture.

We’d only technically been dating for a week, and my self-control had been pushed to its limits. Yet, I was determined I would not be the one who broke. There was too much at stake. Plus, it stung a little that Roe really thought I’d jeopardize our future for a kiss. Did she think I was some prepubescent hound who couldn’t control his hormones, for fuck’s sake?

However, trying to tempt her into breaking first was a form of self-torment. Whispering dirty things in her ear made me long to be inside her, but outwardly, I tried to appear as calm as possible. Mostly because it pissed her off that she was so flustered, and I was cool and collected. And Roe pissed off was a glorious sight. She was like the physical embodiment of fire.

It made it difficult for me to believe that any man had manipulated her the way Shaw had, and knowing that he’d crushed her for a moment in time made me want to kill him. However, I’d have to be satisfied with warning the bastard off. Walker’s contacts had paid him a visit last week, and Walk said the bully almost wet himself at the threat and promised to leave Monroe alone. Our guys were assured Steven Shaw would not be sending anymore threatening postcards.

One job ticked off the “Make Monroe Sinclair’s Life Better” list.

Now I just had to convince her that giving me a real shot would make her life better too. I’d see to it.

“You’ve got a look on your face,” Walker said as he accompanied me into the primary school.

After another rehearsal yesterday and one today, tonight was finally the night the kids performed the musical. I was looking forward to it for them. They’d worked really hard, and it had come together nicely.

“What kind of look?” I asked, avoiding parents’ gazes, hoping we could stroll right past them toward backstage.

“The same look you always get when you want something.”

“Oh, that look. Aye, I’m wearing that look.”

Walker grunted. “Good luck.”

“Do you know what I want?” I grinned.

“Everyone paying attention knows what you want.”

“Good.” I spotted the dad who’d flirted with Roe at the bake sale. “Then they’ll back the fuck off what’s mine.”

“You sound like a prick,” Walker said blandly. His expression, however, was fierce enough to cut a path through the parents.

I laughed. “Wait until you find a woman you can’t stop thinking about. You’ll turn into a prick too.”


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