Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Thank you for the offer.” My inner hussy rebels when I turn down his offer. “I think I’ll take this room.” I step into the room furthest from his.
“Why don’t you settle in, and then we can decide where we’re going to have dinner.” Hawk lays my suitcase on the bed for me. Since Pussycat Rebellion is playing at the festival tomorrow afternoon, we have the entire evening. To do nothing. Together. Sweat breaks out on my palms at the thought of resisting Hawk for the next several hours.
“I’m really easy.” His eyes widen, and I realize what just slipped out of my mouth. “Whatever you want to eat is good with me.” God. It only gets worse. My freaking mind is on vacation, letting my mouth run the show.
“Oh, you have no idea what I’d like to snack on,” he grumbles and heads for the door while my unintentional invitation echoes around the room. “We can discuss it a little later.”
CHAPTER FOUR
HAWK
I close the bedroom door and lean against the hardwood. Speaking of hardwood, I reach down and adjust my fucking cock. It’s been in a constant state of armed and ready since the moment Tia smiled at me this morning.
I’m starting to worry about permanent damage from this permanent erection. “Get your shit together,” I growl to myself. “You’re acting like a sixteen-year-old kid, not a thirty-nine-year-old man.” Blood roars through my veins as I take several deep breaths, trying to control the hunger consuming me. If I want to win over my little kitten, I need to be at my best.
Figuring an ice-cold shower might help ease some of the pressure, I strip and turn the knob to colder than a well digger’s ass. My erection laughs at my piddly efforts to rein him in. The frigid water only adds fuel to the fire. I lean my back against the icy marble wall before taking matters into my own hand. Literally. My aggressive strokes combine with my dirty thoughts to bring me to the edge of climax. Imagining my curvy little kitten’s tight pussy squeezing my cock in a bruising grip while I fuck her from behind sends me the rest of the way over. The orgasm races through my body, sending jets of my cum down the drain.
I’m pulling on dress pants when my phone dings. I reach for it and roll my eyes when I see a text from Falcon, my younger brother.
Have you lost your ever-loving mind?
I guess he’s been talking to our sister. I type out a quick response before tossing the phone onto the navy-blue velvet comforter.
Probably.
The phone chimes again before I’m able to button my shirt. I glance down at the message and sigh. I guess Raven told our brother absolutely everything.
Cash Jamison is going to cut off your family jewels if he finds out you’re messing with his little girl.
I don’t care if I have to take on her family and mine. Tia Jamison belongs to me, and it’s time the entire knows it.
I’m not messing with her. I’m fucking making her my wife.
This time, the phone rings and I reach for it. “What?”
“Man, you have to give me warning before you send texts like that,” my brother growls. “I spit my fucking coffee all over my desk.”
“Dumb fuck.” I finish dressing while my younger brother rambles on in my ear about Cash Jamison hiding my body.
“Look,” I interrupt his lecture, “I’m busy. Do you need anything, or did you just call to act like my mother?”
“Since our mother is as useless as tits on a boar hog, I wouldn’t act like her in a million years. I’m acting like someone who cares about you. Nona Evelyn would smack you over the head and call you an idiot.” He reminds me of our unique family dynamics. “I’m trying to save your goddamn life,” Falcon growls. “This isn’t funny. Cash is going to string your balls up and wear them around his neck.”
“He can try. You know, your lack of faith in my ability to hold my own with him is disappointing,” I tell Falcon.
“I know you’re one tough motherfucker.” He sighs. “But that’s going to be one pissed-off papa bear.” I’m not going to argue with my brother.
“I gotta go.” I hang up on Falcon, cutting off his rant. I press the power button, turning off my phone before slipping it into my pocket. I don’t want any interruptions while wooing my little kitten.
I step into the living room and find my girl standing at the window looking out on the city. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” She jumps and spins around at the sound of my voice.
“Not too long.” She smiles. I watch her tiny white teeth dig into her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to kiss the tiny injury. The thought of touching my luscious little kitten sends all the blood in my body straight to my cock. “But I am starving.”