Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“That sucks.”
“Yeah. But it also sucks that you feel like you can’t talk to your brother about whatever’s going on with you.”
“Are you suddenly a therapist?”
TJ laughed. “Trust me. I’m not good at talking about shit like that either, but Rhys wants things to be like they were with you. That I do know.”
“I love my brother, but I also need some space.”
“You care about this man you’re seeing.”
I switched from Mischief’s curry comb to her brush. “What makes you think that?”
“When you talk about him, you have the same look on your face that I have when I talk about Rhys.”
“I don’t know what I feel, but I know I’m not ready to talk about it yet.”
“And you’re not ready to tell us who this guy is?”
“No, because right now it’s just fooling around, and there’s no point. Besides, he doesn’t deserve to be subjected to the interrogation he would get from all of you.”
“If there’s more going on, he’s going to get that interrogation if we have to track him down ourselves.”
“That would be a very bad idea.”
“Why is that? I better not find out you’re seeing someone who’s not good for you.”
I took a moment to push away my annoyance as I checked one of Mischief’s hooves. “I didn’t think I’d gained another overprotective brother just because you fell for my twin.”
“You’re just lucky that way.”
I released Mischief from the cross ties and led her back to her stall. “I’m leaving now.”
I hoped to get out of the barn without TJ asking any more questions, but just as I reached the door, he called my name. When I turned around, he was watching me with a serious expression. “Take care of yourself.”
That was unlikely to happen, but I smiled and said, “I will.”
I didn’t want to drive my truck out to where Ghost was waiting. I’d have to go the long way if I did, so I grabbed the keys to one of the ATVs and took off, letting my mind go blank as I raced across the fields.
I didn’t want to overthink my situation. I had no idea what I was going to say or what was going to happen when I got back to where Ghost was waiting. I believed what he’d told me, but I didn’t know how to deal with that. Falling for him was even scarier than believing he’d used me. But scary or not, I was going to face what I felt. I had to find out where things could go for us.
21
GHOST
Instinct took over when I heard the roar of an ATV approaching. I moved behind a tree and pressed myself flat, blending with the trunk as I laid a hand on my weapon.
The ATV came to a stop, and I risked the slight movement required to look at the driver. Just as I did, Rogue called out. “I know you’re out there. I can sense it.”
I stepped out from behind the tree and faced him. My pulse increased as he started walking toward me. I started moving too, faster with every step, then he was there, right in front of me.
I grabbed hold of his waist, yanking him against me and roughly pressing my lips to his. It was more a statement of possession than a kiss, but it went both ways. Rogue claimed me as fiercely as I claimed him. I’d meant to apologize again, to make sure he believed I hadn’t set out to use him, but kissing was so much easier. Our bodies knew exactly what to say to each other.
I pulled him more tightly against me and shifted my grip to his ass. It felt so good in my hands, round and firm. I squeezed his cheeks hard, wishing I was touching his naked skin. Rogue groaned into my mouth and worked his hips against mine. It felt insanely good to have him in my arms again. It had only been two days, but it felt like much longer than that since I’d touched him.
“We’ve lost our minds,” he whispered against my mouth.
“I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.”
He tugged at my t-shirt, lifting it, and I raised my arms so he could pull it over my head.
“Shouldn’t we go somewhere?” I hated how unsure my voice sounded.
“No. I want you right here, in the field, under the sun.”
“What if—”
“I don’t care.”
When he kissed me again, I decided I didn’t care either. I normally hated being out in the open with nothing to hide behind and the sun exposing my every move, but for Rogue—for the chance to feel the way I did when I had him pressed against me—I’d take the risk.
He pinched my nipples, and I made an embarrassingly needy sound. “You like that.”
“I like everything you do.”
Rogue laughed. “You really do, don’t you?”
“Yes. And I like you. Just you.”