Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90006 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I laugh out loud. “Oh, right, as if you don’t fucking love it.”
He grins. “You know I do.” He pushes himself to standing. “Okay, lassie. I’ll take a quick shower while you get ready, then up to the house we go.”
I nod. And even though I’m incredibly preoccupied and worried, it doesn’t take much for him to convince me to join him in said shower. And once in the shower, he feels the need to bend me over and take me there, and before you know it, we’re banging again.
Bloody hell.
“My God,” I say, panting after we’ve both climaxed. “I think you're turning me into a sex addict. Seriously, I didn't even know human beings could have this much sex.”
“Aye,” he says on a chuckle. “Are you serious? It's times like these, it's obvious the difference between men and women."
“Oh?” I laugh, as he steps out of the shower, his bare, perfect, muscled arse on display.
“Jesus, what a fine arse you have,” I mutter. He grins and hands me a towel. “So tell me about the difference between men and women, Mister Cowen.”
“Men know exactly what the human body is capable of when it comes to sex and stamina. And most teenage boys would fantasize about sex all day anyway, so we figure if you can think about it all day, you could probably have it all day."
“Well, that confirms it," I say.
“What?”
“Islan said men are hyperfocused on sex. She was right.”
He groans. “Bloody hell, don’t you ever use the word ‘sex’ in the same sentence as my sister ever fucking again.”
I laugh. “She’s a normal human being, Mac, you have to—”
He rolls his towel into a rope and snaps it across my arse.
“Ow!”
“Never. Again.”
I giggle and shake my head. “Right, then, you big ogre. Your sister’s joinin’ a fucking convent.”
He nods soberly. “Better.”
We head up to the main house, when I suddenly remember my fears. Where the hell is my mobile, and has anybody found it? Goddamn Mac and his seduction that he’s completely made me forget about it.
"Did you ask anyone at the house if they found my mobile?"
“Aye, shot Leith a text before we showered, but he hasn’t responded.”
Why would he ask Leith? Leith’s clan captain, and more preoccupied than anyone else.
“Did you ask anyone else yet?”
He shakes his head. “No, sorry. But don't worry, Bryn, we’ll find it."
I sigh. “We will.”
I’m sure we will. But by the time we do, who will have already had a chance to look at it? If his father gets his hands on my mobile…
I'm preoccupied as we walk up to the main house, and just as we reach the door, a large white SUV pulls into the driveway.
Oh no. It's Fran. She's here to try on the dress, and I'll have to be professional and on point, but I'm so worried about my mobile.
“It’s Fran,” I say on a groan to Mac. “I won’t have time to look for my mobile.”
“Ah, don’t you worry a bit about it, lassie. I’ll have a look with the boys while you girls are doing the dress thing.”
I smile at him. “Thanks very much, Mac. You're too good to me."
He sobers, as if he feels guilty about something. And for the first time in a while, I wonder if he’s hiding something as well. Is he? Why would he look like that if he wasn’t?
I try to appease my conscience. I tell myself that of course he has things he's hiding, he's a member of the mafia. There's no getting away from the fact that he is. So why does it bother me so?
I'm not telling him the full truth. Why would I expect him to tell me?
How many lies have we told?
“I’ll come to see you in a bit." He kisses my cheek. "I'll do my best to find your mobile, and I’ll tell you what I find. But we’ll find it, darlin’, don’t you worry.”
I nod, biting my lip. “Okay. Thank you.”
We enter the house by the side door, and the staff is busy cooking dinner. They've cleaned up from breakfast, and hardly anybody looks our way, except that one girl I found spying on me a few days ago. When she sees me looking at her, she quickly turns away.
There’s something up her sleeve, I know it.
“Oh, Bryn!” Paisley’s standing by the stove, pulling out a tray of biscuits as we enter. “There y’are. Got something for you!”
“Hey there, Paisley. By any chance have you seen my mobile?”
She shakes her head. “So sorry, I haven’t. But I’ll be sure to ask around.”
“Thanks for that.” My stomach plummets. I don’t have a good feeling about this. “Fran’s come for the fitting, Paisley. Are you and the girls joining us?”
“Aye, of course! We’re actually going up to Mum’s room today. There’s loads more room up there for all of us. More room than anywhere else.”