Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Shit, that’s got trouble written all over it.” Colt changes the subject so abruptly that I have whiplash.
“What does? Dean’s meeting? I hope not.” I worry my bottom lip and unhook Scout from his leash once the door is closed behind me. Mom and Dad had this area configured when we were little, an area to confine us while still giving us a place to play. It’s since been used for Nellie when she was young, and it’s now in use for Scout.
“Nah, not that. Look outside.” Locke from Locke and Key Tow is in the parking lot, which isn’t an unusual sight. It’s the car on the flatbed that is.
“Oh shit, you think her brother knows yet?” I ask Colt as Jade slides out of the driver’s side. Locke’s hands are on her hips, and there’s a smile tugging at her lips.
“Not a chance in fucking hell. Those two are asking for trouble, no doubt about it.” Jade’s brother, Jace, is best friends with Locke. There’s also a bit of an age difference between them, and if I thought Colt was overprotective, well, he has nothing on Jace.
“You'd better get out there, or else something will happen in our parking lot, and Nellie is due to come back from school any minute now,” I tell him, moving closer to the computer.
“Fuck, that’s her car on the wrecker, too. Jace will be here in two minutes flat if he’s not already flying down the road on his bike.” Colt speaks from experience on this, probably because it wasn’t long ago that he’d do the exact same thing for me. If it weren’t for Dean, he probably still would.
“Great,” I say as Scout lets out a baroo of a howl.
“I’m outta here, and heads up, your man’s heading this way.” Just as he says it, Dean is walking inside. In his usual baseball cap, button down company shirt, jeans, and boots, he looks as delicious as usual. My mouth waters, my spine tingles, and my insides quiver. Every single time I’m around him, my body lights up, my heart races, and my eyes instantly lock on his.
“What’s up, Colt? Everything good?” he greets my brother, shaking his hand and slapping his back in that way only men do.
“Not much. Stick around. There’s bound to be fireworks. Might need help to break this up if I think what’s about to happen actually happens.” Colt raps his knuckles on the counter.
“I’ll be here,” Dean says, hand already wrapping around my upper shoulders and pulling me close, Then he’s dropping a kiss on me that I feel right between my thighs. It’s short and sweet but no less passionate, especially when he tugs at my long blonde hair before he pulls back and looks at me.
“Knock it off. That’s my sister.” Dean doesn’t stop. He kisses me again, ignoring my brother and his verbal rebuttal. He’ll have to get over it, because I’ll never stop kissing the man who means everything to me.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean says against my lips, more to Colt than to anyone else. I wait until I hear the door open and close before saying anything. My hands go to his chest, fingers sinking into his shirt, feeling the heat rolling off him through the fabric. The counter is really doing us a disservice right now. If it weren’t for the big, bulky thing between us… damn it.
“Got some news to share with you, sweetheart,” Dean mumbles once the door is closed behind my brother.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” I start to go around the counter, but he’s already heading my way. The minute the latch is undone, Scout is jumping up, trying to help open it. The Dutch-style door with only the bottom part attached has become Scout’s favorite thing. He’ll jump so much only to get a glimpse of the outside world, tiring him out after he’s attempted to jump over it for a good thirty minutes.
“I’m back on days. No more crawling into bed when you’re crawling out. No more call-outs on the weekends. And my company is picking up a contract here in town, and they want me as the lead project manager. It’s a permanent position, only traveling as needed.” I launch myself in his arms, wrap my legs around his waist, cup his cheeks with my hands, and let out a squeal of happiness. Scout gets in on the mix, jumping up and down while barking.
“This is the best news ever!” I exclaim before Dean’s mouth attaches to mine again. This is cause for celebration, though this isn’t necessarily the place to do the type of celebrating I’d like to do. I can only imagine my brother walking in on us while I’m on my knees giving my man the blowjob of the century. Talk about a boner killer.