Total pages in book: 210
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 203847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1019(@200wpm)___ 815(@250wpm)___ 679(@300wpm)
“Two weeks ago, you didn’t have that goofy, little smile on your face you do now.” She laughs, unlocking her car.
“Go fuck yourself,” I mutter, getting in. “You’re driving? To dinner? Wow.”
Day’s eyes cut to me. A small smile is teasing her lips. “It took me ten minutes to convince him that, yes, we’re going to dinner, but I’m going to pick up my best friend and I’m not going to do that with the Stone army.”
I snort. Stone army. “And Tyler probably would have pissed me off before I even got off the sofa.”
“Liv, the way you slouch around, you’d scare him off.”
“Pssh. Have you seen his apartment? Smears on the glass, empty cookie packages on almost every surface… I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a dead bird in there somewhere.”
Dayton laughs loudly. “Yeah, this is true. Tyler’s not exactly tidy. Clean, but not tidy.”
“There’s nothing clean about Tyler.”
“I’m trying to work out if I’m disturbed by that or if I want to know more.”
Both of us break into a fit of giggles, only disturbed by the ringing of my phone. I check the screen and, on seeing Tyler’s name, drop it back into my purse. There’s nothing he can’t say to me in a couple of minutes.
We pull into a parking lot outside Alessandria’s, a gorgeous Italian restaurant. Aaron and Tyler are standing by Tyler’s car, waiting for us, and both smile when we get out.
“No,” Dayton says, walking toward them and glancing at me. “I definitely want to know more.”
I clap my hand over my mouth. Of course she does. When her escorting job required it, she could be the queen of kink. I wonder what Tyler would have said if he’d seen her working rooms—more specifically, the kinky room.
“Know more about what?” Aaron questions, wrapping an arm around Dayton’s waist.
“Oh, nothing you’d be interested in, baby.” She beams at him, and I stifle my giggles.
No, Aaron would definitely not be interested in his cousin’s emerging kinky side.
“Well?” Tyler asks, resting his hand on my lower back. “What does she want to know more about?”
“Nothing you don’t already know everything about,” I whisper, leaning into him.
“You talk about our sex life?” He sounds equal parts amused and horrified.
“Not in so many words,” I answer truthfully. Well, I haven’t. Not really.
“Mmm.” He pushes me through the open restaurant door and toward the table Aaron and Day are already seated at.
“Mmm? What is mmm?” I glance back at him.
He smirks, his eyes dancing with delight. He says nothing as he pulls my chair out for me, but then he lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers, “It’s the sound I’m going to make next time I’m running my tongue along your pussy.”
I swallow, fighting a shiver. Goddamn this man. My eyes follow him as he takes a seat opposite me, next to Aaron. His gaze never falls from mine, the connection never breaking, the intensity never wavering.
Sometimes, looking into his eyes is like looking into something I never imagined I could have.
Finally, I pull my eyes from his as the waiter pours us each a glass of wine. He sets the open bottle in an ice bucket at the end of table, and I grab a menu to stop myself from looking back up at Tyler. Perusing it is nowhere near as gorgeous as looking at him, but it beats letting anyone see the blush rising up my neck and flushing my cheeks.
Like, seriously. How does he even have the balls to say shit like that in public?
He knows it’s true. That’s how.
And now I’m thinking about him laying me back on my bed, opening my legs wide, and licking me. Great.
“I bought a bar,” Aaron announces once we’ve ordered.
“So what’s new?” Tyler asks dryly. “With Dad?”
Aaron shakes his head and takes a drink of his wine. “Nope. Outright this time.”
“Wonders will never bloody cease,” Ty mutters fondly.
Dayton rolls her eyes, and I’m half-tempted to join her. These two are more like brothers than cousins.
“And,” Day prompts him.
“And I want you to run it, Liv.”
I’m sorry. What? I choke on my wine and set the glass down. “I’m sorry. What?”
Aaron’s lips twitch on one side. “I’m sorry—wasn’t I clear? You’ll be running it.”
“Hold up.” I lift my hand. “I will be running it? Are we forgetting how to ask people things?”
Dayton snorts. “Yes, Aaron, honey. Remember your manners. We went over this last week.”
I nudge her thigh and she high-fives me beneath the table. So we’re kids at heart. Sue us.
“Hilarious,” Aaron quips. “Let’s try again. Liv, I’ve bought a cocktail bar about two blocks from your apartment. Would you consider running it for me?”
“That’s really not enough to make an informed decision. I need more details.” I lean back in my chair, cross my legs, and look at him over my wine glass.