Sweet Addiction (Whiskey Men – Wounded Heroes #1) Read Online Hope Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Whiskey Men - Wounded Heroes Series by Hope Ford
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
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The man in front of us gets up and presses his hand to the woman’s shoulder. He runs his fingers along her collarbone, and I suck in a breath when they go over the sensitive skin beside her breast but don’t really touch her. I can see her physical reaction to it by the way her body shudders. He brushes his hand down to her waist and grips her hips. “Kiss me, darling.”

My breath starts to come out in little pants as the couple kisses. It starts as a slow progression, but then he practically consumes her. It’s as if he can’t get enough. His hands are everywhere, worshipping her.

When they move to the bed, I can feel my whole body heat. Watching them is like nothing I’ve ever done before. I try to control my breathing, and when the heat doesn’t subside, I almost bring my hand up to fan myself but instantly drop it because I don’t want to draw attention to myself. The man flips the woman onto her back, pushes her thighs apart, and leans down to kiss her between her legs. It’s too much; all of this is too much. I turn in Davis’ arms, and he leans down instantly, looking at me with concern on his face.

I tug at the front of his shirt. “Can you get me out of here?”

He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs my hand and leads us to the exit. Once we’re in the hallway, he pulls me in front of him and puts a hand on each side of my face. “You okay, Abby? Talk to me.”

I nod my head. “Yeah, geez, how embarrassing. I started getting really hot, and I thought I was going to pass out. I’m sorry. If you want to go back in there, I can wait right here.”

There are a few people walking by, and he moves closer to me. “I’m not leaving you.”

I’m taking deep breaths, trying to suck air into my lungs. His hand is heavy as he rubs up and down my back.

I take a deep breath and count to ten. When I feel a little calmer, I ask him, “Do you think you can take me home?” Before he answers me, I continue, “I mean, I can ask Olivia, but I don’t want her and Chloe to call an early night just because of me.”

He grabs my hand and starts walking down the hall. He doesn’t stop until we’re all the way downstairs and standing at the lockers. He grabs his phone out of one and turns the key in to the attendant. He holds his hand out, and I put my key in his palm.

After looking at the number, he walks down the aisle, gets my phone out, and then turns that key in too.

After handing me the phone, he says, “You want to text them in case they’re ready too?”

I point to the lockers. “No, their phones are in there. I’ll call Jessie. She’s Olivia’s cousin and driving for us tonight.”

I call her and explain that I have a ride home. After an “Ooh, girl, get it” comment, I hang up with my face flaming.

“You good?” Davis asks. He looks worried, and I nod my head quickly to assure him.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

He leads me to his truck and helps me in.

It’s not until we’re halfway to Whiskey Run before he asks me, “You going to tell me what happened back there?”

I turn in my seat. “I told you that I got too hot.”

He’s staring straight ahead. “So I guess The Club is not your thing, huh?”

“Actually, I really enjoyed it.” He opens his mouth, but I stop him. “I can see why you think I didn’t, but I did. I was enjoying it, but I’m glad that we left when we did.”

He looks at me curiously. “Why?” His hands tighten on the steering wheel, and his jaw tightens. “If you liked it, why did you want to leave? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

I’m about to reach for his arm to reassure him, but instead, I let my hand fall on the console between us. “You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable at all. If anything, I felt more at ease with you being there.”

He nods his head, his eyes on the road in front of us. “But…” he starts and then stops.

I wait for him to continue, but when he doesn’t, I ask him, “What is it? What were you going to say?”

CHAPTER 12

DAVIS

We’re driving along the straightaway between Jasper and Whiskey Run. I turn my head to look at Abby. Her eyes are wide as she stares back at me, and I’m still trying to figure out what happened back there. She wasn’t having a panic attack; I’ve seen plenty of those, and that wasn’t one.

I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t stop myself. “What did you like about it?”


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