Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“How’d your meeting go?” she asks. “Saxon came in, and then he and Jenny went back to his office, but I can never tell if he’s in a good mood or bad.”
“We established that we’re all happy fuckers. Why’s Anna working the bar?”
Which is why I’m assuming that the women are sitting up here instead of at a table. Anna used to bartend at Saxon’s joint, but cut back her hours as soon as she started selling paintings on the regular. Then quit altogether when her and Gunner’s adoption paperwork finally went through, and they brought their daughter home.
“She just stepped in while Lacey went on break, so we’re keeping her company.” Maxine takes a sip from the glass in front of her and then gives me a little pout. “No cherry for you tonight.”
Because she’s drinking water instead of a cocktail. Grinning, I glance down at her rounded little belly, then let my gaze drift lower. She’s wearing a white dress that flirts around her knees and some sexy-as-fuck red heels. “I bet I can still find something sweet to eat between those pretty thighs of yours.”
“Are you sure you want to?” Gripping my vest, she tugs me closer and brings my gaze back to hers. “I’m trouble. I’ll take advantage of all your soft spots.”
“I fucking hope so,” I say real low. “But I don’t have any soft spots right now, angel. They’re all real damn hard.”
“What about your soft spot for dogs? Because I’ve got one of those. And I’ve got a kid coming. I bet you’ll have a really soft spot for him. And I’m also a damsel in so much distress,” she adds breathily.
Killing me. “You hurting?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“You need to be fucked, girl?” I push in real close. “Want me to just tug those panties aside and get into you right here in front of everyone?”
“Oh god. I don’t even care. Yes.”
“Nah,” I tell her. “I ain’t sharing you with anyone.”
But I’m a man who likes to get things done. And there’s something that needs doing.
She lets out a laugh when I scoop her off the barstool, then winds her arms around my neck as I cradle her against my chest and head for the employees’ door.
“Saxon and Jenny are already back there!” Anna calls after me, and Maxine starts giggling.
I head through the kitchen instead, carrying her out behind the building and into the warm spring night. There I back her up against the brick wall, and she looks up at me with her eyes shining with need—and so much more.
All that emotion just grabs me by the throat. “I love you so fucking much, angel,” I tell her hoarsely.
That emerald glistens. “Show me.”
Always. I lift her up, tug her panties aside, and slide deep. So fucking deep, while her legs wrap me up tight. Never letting me go. And as I start pumping into her, she’s kissing me, touching me, wrecking me. This girl, this fucking girl, who’s got me so crazy in love with her. Maxine. My wife, my angel, my everything.
She just about takes me out with that hair trigger and her miracle of a pussy, but I ain’t done.
Kissing her panting mouth, I tell her gruffly, “Hold on tight, angel. We’ve still got a ways to go.”
Not just tonight. We’ve got a lifetime ahead of us.
And it’s gonna be a long, hot ride.