Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
The pantry was much better stocked than I expected. Someone had apparently been optimistic when shopping or not known how little Grant and his brothers knew about cooking. I found what I needed to make two pans of lasagna. If that was more than we needed, we could certainly freeze the rest, though I imagined anyone working out in this heat all day would have quite an appetite.
I was sitting at the counter, scrolling through the new phone Rogue had gotten for me, when I heard steps on the deck. I looked up as Grant opened the door and stepped into the kitchen.
He looked toward the stove and back at me. “You’re making dinner?”
“I am.”
“It smells amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“Oh, fuck.” He stared down at his mud-caked boots. “I meant to take these off, but I was… distracted.” He walked back to the door, making more muddy footprints.
After he pulled off his boots, he went straight for the oven, cracked the door, and looked in. I hovered behind him, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed at what he saw. I wanted to please him as much as I had the day we’d met.
The smile on his face was like a little kid in a candy store. “I was hoping it was lasagna I smelled.”
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
He turned, and suddenly, he was right there right in front of me, easily close enough to reach out and touch.
I hadn’t gotten enough chances to explore his body that night in his truck. With a jolt, I realized I’d been staring down the long length of him. I took a stumbling step back and looked up at his face. He was watching me, and he looked… hungry.
Before I could stop myself, I let my tongue slip out and lick my lips. Grant’s gaze dropped. My heart thundered. I wondered if Grant could hear it. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. I tried to summon the courage to close the distance between us, but the oven timer rang, ruining the moment.
Grant stepped to the side so he wasn’t blocking my path to the stove. “You should check on that.”
I was frozen in place for a moment before remembering how to move. “Right. Yeah. I wouldn’t want it to burn.”
“No, definitely not.”
I rushed to the stove, opened it, and looked inside. The lasagna was bubbling, but the cheese hadn’t started to brown. I figured it needed at least five more minutes. After resetting the timer, I turned around. Grant had just pulled a bottle of surface cleaner from a closet along with a roll of paper towels. I held out my hand. “Give me some, and I’ll help.”
He handed me a few paper towels, then sprayed cleaner on each of the footprints. I knelt down and started scrubbing. A few seconds later, I realized Grant was just standing there.
“Fuck.” His voice was low and rough.
I looked over my shoulder. He was standing right behind me, and I was on all fours, rocking back and forth as I wiped the floor. Did he think I’d positioned myself that way on purpose?
I hadn’t, though maybe subconsciously I wanted him to see me like this, on my knees, where he could just sink to the floor, pull down my pants, and…
My gaze slid down his body, stopping when I saw his cock straining against his jeans. What would happen if I crawled over to him and unbuttoned his pants? My mouth watered at the thought of him offering his cock to me.
“Jacob.”
I started at the sharp sound of his voice. “Y-yes?”
“Go. Check. The. Lasagna. Again.”
His hands were fisted at his sides, and he held himself rigid. Did he know how much I still wanted him? I wished I had the nerve to ask for what I desired, but instead, I left the paper towels on the floor, rose, and walked to the stove, having to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.
The lasagna needed a few more minutes, but I stayed by the stove, not daring to look at Grant while he finished cleaning. I didn’t need to turn around to know he was there; I felt his presence. The whole room seemed filled with it.
As I was taking the lasagna out of the oven, Rhys and Rogue came rushing into the kitchen, ruining the work we’d just done on the floor. It was startling to see them together. They really did look exactly alike, except Rogue’s hair was a little longer and he had a scar on his forehead.
“We’ve got some bad news,” Rhys said.
Grant stiffened and faced his brother. “Shit. What’s wrong?”
“Colton spotted somebody out near the western fence line, and Madison said there’s been a guy that fits the same description asking about us in town.”
Grant blew out a long breath. “Let’s go to my office for this.”