Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Even though we had Church, women had been permitted tonight, knowing the men needed to indulge in that type of revelry before we set out on this mission tomorrow.
It didn’t matter how many times I looked at Brinley. Every time, my guts tangled.
Wild curls around her. Wearing that same short, satin skirt that was baby blue and hemmed in beige lace that she’d worn the first morning to the office.
Legs so fucking long, especially with those nude pumps.
A stunner walking around on my property.
The fucking sun that had risen on my life.
I could barely fucking breathe.
Trevan leaned in close to my ear and muttered, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re fooling, I just hope you give up trying to fool yourself.”
I’d given that shit up days ago, but I couldn’t tell him.
Not yet.
So instead, I waltzed behind the bar and nabbed a bottle of whiskey. Lulu tossed me a knowing wink from where she was hustling to serve about ten of my men, and I strode back out and slinked into the shadows.
I tipped the entire bottle back and took a long pull as I watched Brinley and Elena dance.
Lights strobed all over them, but Brinley was the one who was shining into the darkest corners of my being.
Seeping in the way she did.
Eyes flitting to me every few minutes, seductress tempting me into disorder as I tried to force myself to sit still in my seat.
I kept swilling from the bottle, but there was little hope it would quench the thirst.
It only amped it.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when Brinley leaned in and whispered something to Elena before she turned and strode through the swinging door that led into the hall.
It turned out Brinley Webber had a hook directly in my soul because I couldn’t do anything but stand.
I set the whiskey bottle on a table as I slinked along the outskirts of the bar.
Trying to play it cool.
Not to draw attention to myself.
I slipped out into the hall thirty seconds behind her.
She was there, standing in the middle of it, staring back at me like she knew I had no choice but to follow.
“What do you think you’re doing?” It rolled out like a threat.
“Looking for trouble, apparently.” Her voice was pure temptation.
“It’s me who has found the trouble since I can’t stay away from you. I’m supposed to be standing with my men tonight, rallying them for tomorrow’s fight, and the only thing I want is to get inside of you.”
The bulge against my jeans was proof.
“I’m sorry. I just missed you. Do you want me to go home?” A moment’s sincerity filled her words, and fuck, the way she said home penetrated to the depths.
Truth that she got how important this was.
I took two steps toward her, my voice lowering further. “I don’t want you to be anywhere but with me. Right now.”
She heaved a breath. “Good because I don’t want to be anywhere, either. You’re leaving tomorrow…” Worry filtered into it before she forced it off and lifted her chin. “So I need you now.”
Pride swelled.
I fucking loved that she asked for what she needed. Wasn’t shy about it. No fear or questions between us.
I took another step forward.
Our connection thrashed.
Chains of fire that whipped around us.
I reached out and took a fistful of those wild curls, and I angled in close. “What’s it you need?”
She rubbed me over my jeans as she sent me a sly, sexy smirk, though the blaze in her amber eyes promised of the seriousness. “Your heart and your cock.”
“Mmm,” I hummed, running my nose along her jaw. “Good for you because you get them both.”
But it was me who had it good.
She kept jacking me over my jeans. Sending shockwaves of pleasure shearing through my veins. My need for her nearly sent me into a tailspin.
A nosedive into this sweet bedlam.
And I realized we were standing in the middle of the hall and we could be exposed at any time. Funny it wouldn’t have mattered if I was fucking any one of the bunnies out in the hall.
It was this one woman who was illicit.
A secret I didn’t want to fucking keep.
Still, I grabbed her by the hand and hauled her deeper down the hall.
Passed the bathroom I was pretty sure she’d told Elena she was heading to. I opened the door to the first bedroom only to snap it closed when I found Fuse and Jupe in there with three women.
A soft breath of surprise hit the back of my neck, Brinley catching a glimpse of what was going down inside.
I led her deeper, bypassing every door, not able to picture myself taking her into one of the shared rooms where I’d had uncountable women before.
Yeah. I was fully aware that I was crossing so many lines when I guided her all the way to the end of the hall to the massive Church doors.