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)
Nah, it didn’t seem to matter that they were all laughing and joking and dancing a bit goofy.
Completely innocent.
No harm, no foul.
Everything about it still felt indecent.
A landslide of greed slammed me, and I nearly climbed to my feet, though I forced myself to remain sitting when Elena joined her, Brinley stepping away from the guys so she could dance with my sister.
Elena giggled as she tried to match Brinley’s perfect beat, her ponytail whipping around her, her laughter rising above the din.
I needed to let them be. Let them have some fun. Blow off some steam.
God knew Brinley deserved it after what went down this afternoon. Elena just as much with all the bullshit she’d been through.
But what Brinley was engaged in didn’t quite add up with her reaction from earlier.
Storming her way into the club with her head held high.
I got the unsettled sense that she had armored up again and was trying to prove something.
That should be of no concern of mine.
I needed to turn away. Get up and get on my bike and just fucking ride.
They were safe and fine. Trevan wasn’t more than three feet from my sister.
She was being closely looked after, and I knew he would do the same for Brinley.
But I was ensnared.
Hooked on the hypnotizing sway of Brinley’s hips and the tantalizing roll of her body.
Energy thrashed and streaked. Carried on the lights that flashed through the clubhouse bar.
A ton of women had moved onto the floor. Flirting and dancing with my men.
But Brinley was the only thing I could see.
The chick who was dancing with Fuse shifted around, rubbing her ass on his dick while she reached for Brinley. She slid a hand down Brinley’s bare thigh, no question inviting her to join in on the fun they were about to deteriorate into.
Brinley didn’t quite oblige, dancing out in front of her, though that gaze snapped toward me.
A beacon.
An invitation.
A trap.
Her lips parted, and the desire that had coated her expression earlier in the office had grown tenfold.
And fuck, I was hammered with another swell of possession. Feet knocked out from underneath me, body tossed and toppling in the tide that sucked me under and dragged me into a sea of greed.
So thick it might as well have been quicksand.
I drained my drink and slammed the empty onto the bar as I stood.
Could barely make out Lulu’s chuckle from behind and her muttered, “That’s what I thought,” as I stalked in Brinley’s direction.
The woman’s gaze seared a hole through the middle of me as I approached.
Brinley swayed.
All sultry like, teasing away my restraints.
My stride was slow and measured, like in the space and time that separated us I might be able to squash whatever the fuck it was that I was feeling.
No chance of it because it was only multiplying with each step that brought us closer.
When she was within two feet of me, I snatched her by the wrist and hauled her against me.
All that soft, decadent flesh against every hard inch at the front of my body.
So fucking sweet.
Brinley gasped, eyes going wide, lust running rampant through their depths.
I growled as I wound an arm around her waist and tugged her even tighter against me, mouth pressed to her ear so only she could hear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
It was grit.
Gravel.
Rutted breaths heaved from her, and with each jagged exhale, it pressed her tits against my chest.
Tendrils of her aura slipped through my nostrils and wound into my lungs.
Apples and almonds and cream.
I wanted to take a giant bite. Now that I’d had a taste, I was terrified I would never get my fill.
“Dancing.” It wisped from her. Both a challenge and a plea.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
She lifted that defiant chin. “You told me I could go anywhere on this property except for the places it was clear I shouldn’t be.”
“And you should know full well this isn’t one of those places.”
“You said I was allowed in the clubhouse.”
“Not if you’re looking for trouble.”
“And what kind of trouble am I looking for, Silas Mercer?” Both brows lifted as she dispatched what was nothing less than a taunt.
“You know exactly what kind of trouble you’re looking for. Know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
My nose hit the angle of her jaw as I mumbled it, and I was only faintly aware that I was breaking at least a hundred of my own rules by doing it.
Right out in the open and in plain sight of my crew.
Guilty as fuck, and I’d be the first to deliver the verdict.
My palm splayed out over the silky fabric at the small of her back.
She edged forward, hiking up on her toes and pressing that tempting mouth to my ear. “And maybe that’s exactly what I want. Maybe I’m looking for that exact kind of trouble. Maybe I came here looking for you.”