Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 350(@300wpm)
But it was hard to reconcile the emotion that appeared to drive the embrace with her and Smith’s relationship. The saying was the camera never lies…so what was she supposed to make of this? Of the naked vulnerability in his face, the helpless craving in hers?
“Are you going to be watching that for much longer?” Smith asked, his voice aggrieved. “Because I can think of so much else we could be doing right now.”
His words snagged her interest and her hand lowered as she looked down into his smokey eyes.
“Like what?” she asked, a telling purr creeping into her voice. “Tell me.”
“Kenna, I’m a show, not tell kind of guy.”
Phone forgotten, she smiled, and settled back against the pillows.
“Well then, why don’t you show me?”
He made a gruff, primal sound and moved as swiftly as a striking snake. In seconds, Kenny was on her stomach and he was straddling the back of her thighs, hard cock sandwiched in the cleft of her bum.
Kenny had never enjoyed feeling helpless, but right now, pinned to the bed, unable to move, she’d never felt safer.
Or more turned on.
Smith dropped an open-mouthed kiss in the vulnerable nape of her neck, and then proceed to show her exactly how much he wanted her.
Dummieeeees!
Kenny groaned, every muscle in her body aching. All the bones too. She was sprawled half on top of Smith, one thigh squeezed between his, her arm draped across his neck. He was hard again, throbbing insistently against her thigh.
Insatiable bastard. They’d made love three times last night and this thing was still happily throbbing away against her like it could easily go another round or four.
Dummieeeees! Dummieeeees!
Dummieeeees!
“What the fuck is that?” Smith croaked. His forearm went up to cover his eyes. “Make it stop, for God’s sake.”
Her phone started ringing. A more ominous tune than the strident dummieeeees.
He lifted his arm to slant her an incredulous look.
“Is that the ‘Imperial March?’” he asked in disbelief.
“My father’s ringtone,” she admitted.
He burst into laughter and dropped his head back onto the pillow, arm over his eyes. “That’s so fucking perfect,” he snorted.
Then he stilled and lifted his arm again.
“Wait, if that’s your dad, then the other one…?”
“Uh, it’s the tone for my group chat with my brothers.”
This time his laughter was loud and unrestrained.
“I love it,” he finally said, on a breathless whoop, his thumb and forefinger swiping over his eyes to wipe away errant tears of laughter. “Do they know?”
“No. And you’re not to tell them,” she warned.
“But Kenna, it’s priceless.”
“Smith.”
He chuckled again, a deep, breathless sound that came straight from his belly and swung an arm around the shoulders to hug her. He pressed a kiss on top of her head just as The “Imperial March” swelled portentously from her phone again.
“Why hell are the more irritating Hawthornes blowing up your phone this morning?” he asked, smothering a yawn.
Kenny moaned as she realized exactly why her brothers and father were all trying to reach her at the same time.
“They must have seen the video.”
“Them and every other nosy fucker on the face of the earth,” Smith grumbled.
Kenny pushed herself up and reached for her phone on the nightstand.
“Wait, you’re not going to answer that, are you?”
The incredulity in his voice made her pause in the act of silencing the phone to stare at him.
“Why wouldn’t I?” She had no intention of answering her father’s call, but the disbelief on Smith’s face made her curious to know why he didn’t want her to.
“Kenna,” he began, voice and face as serious as a heart attack. “I absolutely draw the line at having your father and brothers in bed with us.”
His words startled a repulsed little laugh from her.
“Ew. No, I wasn’t going to answer any of their calls or texts right now. I was going to put my phone on silent, but thanks for the visual I didn’t want or need.”
He abraded his stubbled jaw against the delicate skin of her neck and she squealed.
“You’re welcome.” His words were smothered against the underside of her jaw where he pressed a kiss.
He suddenly went still and lifted his head, eyes gleaming with suspicion.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, alarmed.
He shook his head and reached for his phone on the other nightstand.
“I just had an awful thought,” he murmured, face and voice terrifyingly serious.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “What?”
He shook his head and swiped through his phone.
“I was thinking…” He paused. Peered at his screen. Then nodded and tapped on his phone again. “That if your brothers are dummies, and your father is Darth Vader, what am I?”
Oh. Shit.
And then, before she could a single thing to stop him, pushed Send on whatever he’d been typing on his screen.
There was a second’s delay before a strident siren blared. Followed by a man’s voice portentously announcing, “Warning! This is an Asshole Alert!”