Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"Sweet girl." Hollis comes up behind his wife.
"I was just saying hi to the man you snuck into the house this afternoon." Her tone is teasing. Nothing gets past anyone in this town. It’s both freaky and impressive.
“We had a quick word today. We know some of the same people.”
“As in Tinsley?" Candy peers up and over her shoulder at Hollis.
“She is one of them.”
Candy gives a knowing nod. “I saw the kiss.” Candy turns her attention back to me, her eyes flicking up and down. “You know what you’re doing?”
“Around here, not so much, but I’m figuring it out.”
A small laugh leaves her. “I can understand that more than most.” Candy turns to face Hollis. “I’m going to go say bye to the birthday girl.” She lifts on her heels and presses a kiss to his cheek before heading down the hallway. I see the door open, and she’s yanked inside.
“Are you sure people don’t know?” I ask Hollis.
“It was only a few I was worried about knowing. They’ll keep it hush to not stir a panic.”
“Have you heard anything new yet?”
“Nope,” Hollis sighs.
“I have an idea, but I might need your help.” His brows lift, but he listens as I tell him my half-assed plan I came up with five minutes ago.
I expect him to tell me no, but I know you miss all the shots you never take. I decide to take mine, explaining my intentions to Hollis in full detail.
"Tonight?" That's not a no. I really wasn't expecting that. Noticing that's becoming a theme around here.
"I'll have to see how it goes."
"You have my number."
"You'll really do it?" I keep glancing back at the hallway. Is there a fucking window in there that she could escape through? I shouldn't have told her if she ran, I'd chase. Oh, I will, but Tinsley doesn't need extra ideas put into that fascinating mind of hers.
"The ladies are always coming up with their own tricks and games. If we can't beat them, we might as well join them."
I can't argue with that. Though I find their antics amusing. I'm not sure Tinsley will feel the same about mine. I guess there’s only one way to find out.
The bathroom door opens, and Candy slips out, her eyes glinting with laughter. "Good luck," she says as she passes me. Hollis slips a coat onto her before heading out. I'm about to go check the bathroom myself when Tinsley comes bouncing out, a giant smile on her face.
When she draws close, she launches herself at me. I catch her and all the tulle that makes up her dress. She slaps her hands to my cheeks before she presses a kiss to my mouth.
"I told you to cover up those arms," she says when her mouth leaves mine. "And why do you taste like the pink Starburst?"
"Why do you taste like vanilla cake?"
"It's the glitter body spray." That explains the smell but not her taste. You'll never convince me that's not all her. "Now buy me a drink and ask me to dance," she orders. I happily oblige, getting her a glass of water too. I notice the bartender gives the drink a weak pour, thankfully. He gives me a wink when he hands it to me.
My girl dances and sings for the next hour. I’m her prop half the time. I have never seen a person so full of life; her laughter carries across the bar. Not even the loud thump of music can mask it.
What is driving me to the brink of madness are her lingering touches, and when she is near, she brushes her lips against any exposed skin she can access. I wasn’t teasing when I told her I was going to end up shooting my load in my pants like a teenage boy discovering porn for the first time.
When I'd seen her walk into the restaurant tonight for her birthday dinner, I turned around and went back to my room, knowing I'd need to have release if I was going to spend the night watching her. I fucked my hand twice, and it hadn't done shit to quell my need for her. But I also didn't know she'd be all over me. Not that I'm complaining.
Tinsley's little plan falls right into my own. I know what she’s up to, but it’s not all an act. She's attracted to me. I can see it written all over her face, and it pisses her off. She can fight it, but she can't hide it. Now her plan is to seduce me. If I were a better man, I'd walk away for the night. Instead, I'm hatching my own plot.
Tinsley bounces down off the karaoke stage and right into my lap. She turns, her legs hanging over my thighs, her ass rubbing into my cock. I know she feels it because she pushes down, and her little pink tongue comes out and swipes her bottom lip.