Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I hate him for it, and that hatred grows even more when he walks toward the bar without even bothering to look in this direction.
Thankfully, my position at the table put my back to him. I don't know what I'd do if I had to watch him flirt with other women. I take a long pull from my drink, knowing that I'll cry sitting right here with all of these witnesses if I have to watch him walk out of here with someone else.
Would he have the nerve to take her to my house?
A growl of anger at getting pre-mad at him for something he hasn't even done yet rumbles out of my throat, drawing Sage's attention. Facing me, she looks up and over my shoulder, before her eyes meet mine once again.
She gives me a soft smile, and I hate the sadness in her eyes. It feels like pity as if something is happening to me right now that no one has any control over, including myself. I've never wanted anything like that from anyone in my life.
"It's fine," I mutter, sitting up straighter in my barstool. "I'm going to have him move out of my house."
Her eyes dart behind me once again.
"That's probably going to make this really awkward then," my friend says just as I feel warmth at my back.
I know it's Mac before he even speaks. He's wearing the same cologne he wore that night I climbed into his truck. I breathed it in so deeply that night, all I have to do is think about the rugged scent for me to recall it from memory.
My body jolts in surprise because I fully expected him to stay on the other side of the bar. Never in my mind did my evening include him approaching our table, much less wrapping his arm around my middle and settling his hand on my lower belly like he'd done several times before.
"Hey, baby," he whispers against my neck, shocking me further.
I spin around to glare at him, a hundred questions on my lips, but I'm struck wordless and stupid the second my eyes meet his.
"What—"
Before I can question him, he leans down, his intention very clear and very, very public.
His lips meet mine, and although I can tell he's struck everyone around us silent, I'm incapable of resisting him. My lips move against his, the kiss probably a little too intimate for the public. My fingers cling to his shirt, the warmth of his skin just under the fabric like a beacon I can't help but gravitate to.
"You taste so good, baby," he whispers.
I know it's not loud enough for anyone else to hear, but that doesn't stop my cheeks from flaming with heat.
His teeth run over his bottom lip, and I get a little lost in watching his mouth.
The bliss doesn't last very long because I feel like a manipulated fool when his lips curl up into a smile right before he lifts his beer bottle to his mouth.
My eyes narrow in his direction, and it only makes his smile grow wider.
"Go ahead," he says. "You know I like it when you get mean."
I have no clue how to respond to that, and once again, my brain glitches when he reaches out and runs his thumb over my lower lip. The intimacy of the action and the fact that he's doing it in front of witnesses makes me a little crazy, so I do the only thing I can do. I turn back around and stare at Sage, who is grinning in our direction like a lunatic. Her smile is real, but I can also see that she has just as many questions in her eyes as I have swirling around inside of me.
Mac repositions himself behind me, the warmth of his palm possessively around my middle.
The Tate twins, both Ronnie and Donnie, are standing a few feet away, and I don't know exactly what part of the conversation I missed while I was lost in the kiss with Mac, but I can guess exactly where it was going when Ronnie smiles at my friend.
"What do you say?" the more lighthearted of the twins asks.
"I think you're barking up the wrong tree," Sage says without even looking in the man's direction.
"Just imagine," Ronnie continues. "Two men eager to please you in every way possible."
"One to cook and one to do the dishes after," I add, teasing my friend. "Sounds like a great deal to me.
"Watch it," Mac growls at his friend when Ronnie turns his attention in my direction.
His fingers curl, pulling me tighter to his front, and much the same way it did yesterday in his kitchen, I can tell the effect our proximity has on his body. More heat fills my cheeks, but at the same time, I sort of love that the man is turned on right now. My body mimics the same reaction, making me squirm in my seat.