Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
“Mr. Kincaid?” Kian says, dragging my attention back to him. “Don’t mind him. He’s not always like that. Just having a bad day, I think.”
“Call me Dante,” I rumble. “Please.”
“Okay, Dante.” Kian smiles as he places his hands on his narrow hips—hips I can imagine bruising with my fingers while he rides my dick. “What do you need?”
You.
Keening and sweating while you scream my name.
His cheeks blush bright pink as though he can hear the words as I think them. Maybe it’s because my dick is at half-mast right about now and about to poke him in the stomach.
“We met briefly before,” I remind him. “This summer at your establishment.”
“I remember a pretty face,” he teases, hazel eyes twinkling.
“Thought you might be up for a drink later or something.” I step closer, trying to scent what brand of soap he uses. “You could give me a welcome tour.” Of your bedroom.
He laughs and shakes his head as he takes a step back. “I have work to do at Blur tonight. You could stop by, though, and have a drink.”
Before I can reply, a furious presence approaches, standing so close to Kian and me, it’s almost as if he’s aching to come between us and physically push us a part. I tilt my head to the side and lock eyes with the menacing sheriff. His boy toy, Cato, practically bounces with excitement beside him.
“We’re having drinks?” Jax asks, his fiery eyes never leaving mine. “What time?”
Kian chokes on a laugh. “It’s at Blur not Focus. Not exactly your scene, Sheriff.”
Jax’s jaw clenches and he gently touches Kian’s shoulder, turning his attention on him. “It’s been forever since we shared a drink. May not be my scene, but I’d love catching up with you.”
Maybe less straight than I thought.
There’s definitely history between these two.
Based on Jax’s possessive vibe and Kian’s pink cheeks, it’s more than obvious. For some reason, that really makes my dick hard. I still, for the life of me, can’t get the image of Jax and his handcuffs out of my mind.
I’m not into testy tops.
Give me a bubbly bottom I can bend like a pretzel any day of the week.
Not aggressive, pissy, alpha males who might turn the tables on me. Fucking pass. Though, I would pay good money right about now to see Sheriff Bell naked as the day he was born.
“I’ve only been begging you for years to go with me,” Cato says with a pout. “Finally. We are going to have so much fun, Jax. I’m getting you drunk tonight so you can dust off that pretty dick of yours—”
“Cato,” Jax grinds out, his entire body tensing as his cheeks redden. “Enough.”
Cato huffs at being shushed, but he can’t hide his grin of excitement.
“It’s settled then,” Kian says, his voice tight. “Everyone come visit tonight. Drinks on me.” He gives me a polite smile. “Good seeing you again, but I’m afraid I need to leave. Cato and I have lunch plans.”
He pauses, as if to wait for Jax to respond, but the sheriff’s mean stare is back on me. Kian sighs heavily before dragging Cato out of the conference room, leaving just the two of us. The moment they’re gone and their voices can be heard outside, Jax comes unglued.
“Stay away from him,” he growls, poking me in the center of my chest hard enough it’ll bruise.
Anger surges up inside of me and I swat his strong hand away. “I’ll do as I please.”
Brown eyes flash with fury as all the muscles in his neck tighten. Despite this guy being a total asshole, he sure is nice to look at. I keep drifting my gaze to the top of his shirt where a few chest hairs peek out. My mouth waters for a taste.
Calm your dick, Dante. You’re not sexually compatible with guys like him.
Gritting my teeth, I straighten my spine, pinning Jax with a hard stare. “I don’t know what your problem is with me, but it’s getting old really fucking quick.”
His eyes narrow and he lets loose a dark chuckle. “We won’t have any problems at all, big city man, if you stay away from my Kian.” He winces and amends, “My friend, Kian.”
I let my gaze roam down his solid chest to the front of his jeans. Then, slowly, I make my way back up to his eyes. The anger has faded and his brows furl in confusion.
“I’m here to make friends, too, Sheriff. With Kian,” I taunt, enjoying the way his nostrils flare. “Hell, maybe even Cato as well.”
The motherfucker makes a harsh sound and shoves me. The goddamn sheriff of this town shoves me. I’m not some pussy city boy, though, and hold my ground, stalking back up to him until my chest brushes his.
“Are you always so unprofessional?” I demand, trying not to grow drunk on the pine and salty ocean scent emanating from him.