Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“Taegan will take care of him. She’s giving us some time. I sort of set up our first date.”
I bite my lip as I search his face with my eyes. It’s been thirteen years, and he’s waited that long for me. Suddenly, I realize my heart and mind have been waiting for him too. I’m just catching up.
Placing the album on the table, I then reach to cup his handsome face and lean in to kiss him again. He takes over the kiss almost instantly. I laugh when he pulls me into his lap so he can devour me more thoroughly.
“Too much?” he pants as he pulls back and looks into my eyes.
“No, you’re a really good kisser.”
My stomach growls before he can reply. I glance at him sheepishly. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Come on, I’ll feed you.”
Dylan
“You never did tell me what you want to do for work,” I say as I look over my glass at Ciara.
I’m dying to kiss her again, but I don’t want to come off as thirsty. The date is going well so far. I’m not going to lie and say there isn’t a ton of sexual tension flowing around us.
I smile as I think of her words from earlier. My girl hasn’t allowed anyone to take what’s mine. I wasn’t sure I was going to tell her that I’m a virgin, but when she said it, I sort of blurted it without thinking.
I’m not ashamed of it. I’m not even worried about when the time comes or my performance. I haven’t had sex, but I know a thing or two.
You don’t grow up in the O’Brien family and not learn about sex and passion. Heck, my oldest brother is a silent partner of Club Desire. That place is a classroom of its own.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about that a lot since you asked,” she says, pulling me from my musings. “Ciarán was right, I once wanted to get into ink. I wouldn’t mind working at a tat shop. You know, as an apprentice for a while or something.
“Maybe even a receptionist to get me in the door. Then I can move into slinging ink later.”
“Do you have any ink of your own?”
“That you will have to find out for yourself,” she says with a little smile. “You?”
I bite my lip and look her face over as my mind goes to peeling her out of her clothes to find any ink that might be on her skin and then spending hours tracing it with my tongue.
“I guess we’ll both have to wait until we can play a game of ink and seek.”
She laughs and shakes her head. I grin back at her, loving that musical laugh. I want to keep that smile on her face forever.
“Corny?”
“A little.”
I shrug and change the subject. “I think I might be able to help you out.”
“Enough of you trying to fix my life. Tell me more about you,” she says with a bright smile.
“Not much to tell. I run a gym and fight.”
“This place says otherwise. Come on, I practically ran a gym for years, I know that’s not bringing in this kind of money. What else do you have going on?”
“That gym must have been ass. I earn pretty damn well with mine.”
“Come on. Even if you do earn well, look at this place. The rooftop space is out of a magazine.
“The floor-to-ceiling windows downstairs are breathtaking and the view. Really? Dylan, you have to have some other source of income for all this.”
I laugh and give her a smile. I’m not about to go into any of that. In time, she’s bound to learn my family is into a whole lot of shit, but I don’t want to send her running tonight.
“Yes, I do have other sources of income, but the gym isn’t hurting for anything.”
“Would one of those sources have anything to do with your busted knuckles? They aren’t like that from knocking that dude out last night.”
I snort and shrug. “Maybe.”
“Okay, so you have secrets. Fair enough. You’ve only just met me.”
“I’ve known you most of my life. This is just a topic … You know what, you’re not the only one to fight in those matches. I used to spend a lot of time in those rings.”
“Ugh, I would love to get a place like this for me and Ciarán, but that’s not the answer for me. The more I fight underground, the more I’m risking my future in the real ring as a pro.”
“This place isn’t as far out of your reach as you think,” I say.
She tilts her head and studies me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I wink at her and stand. Then I hold out my hand for hers. She places her small hand in mine, and I lift her from her seat.