Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You’re awake.”
I lift my eyes and take in the extra scruff and the way his eyes are soft, like he just woke up as well. “What are you doing here?”
“One of the brothers came and picked up Z last night, and I stayed so that we would have a chance to talk when you got up.”
“Why’s Capone here?” I ask as the dog sits down at Wes’ feet, looking between the two of us.
“I had him dropped off. I didn’t like the idea of him being at my place alone for so long.”
“Oh,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around myself.
“I’m not good at this kind of thing,” he says, and I feel my nose scrunch up. “As you may have noticed, I can be harsh and jump to conclusions. But I can admit when I’m wrong and when I’ve fucked up. I’ve done both with you more times than I want to count. I won’t apologize for being me, but I will apologize for being an asshole. You didn’t deserve that.”
Wow. Okay, I didn’t know how to recover from that. I never expected him to apologize and to admit that he was an asshole.
“As for last night, not happening. I appreciate you helping Z, but this is not a situation that I would ever let you be involved in.”
“Thank you for apologizing.” I bite the inside of my cheek, not knowing what I should say or do, and my stomach takes that moment to remind me I haven’t eaten in over twenty-four hours, breaking into the moment with a loud growl.
“Sit, I made you breakfast.” He points towards my kitchen table and I take a seat, and the second my ass hits the chair, I immediately realize I have no panties on and my robe is not exactly long. He brings the plate over and sets it in front of me before I have a chance to get up and go to my room. Then he comes back a second later, setting down a cup of coffee. He gets a plate for himself and a cup of coffee, sets it on the table next to mine, and then sits next to me, his jean clad leg rubbing against my bare thigh. I squeeze my legs together as tightly as I can and pick up the coffee in front of me, taking a sip.
“Is it okay?”
“Perfect,” I mumble then look down at my plate. “You made this?” I look up at him then back down at the perfect omelet that is sitting on my plate next to two pieces of flawlessly cooked bacon.
“I did.” He smiles, taking a bite of his, and I follow suit and moan as the taste hits my tongue.
“Holy crap, you can cook,” I mumble, taking another bite, then I swing one leg up to cross over the other without thinking. His fork that was halfway to his mouth pauses and his eyes drop to my right thigh. I quickly uncross my legs and pull my robe back down to cover myself up.
“Please tell me you have something on under that thing,” he rumbles, and the deepness of his words vibrates between my legs.
“I—”
“Fuck,” he clips, making me jump slightly. He stands from the table and walks to the fridge. “Go put something on before I set your little ass up on the table and eat you for breakfast,” he growls, clenching his fists at his sides.
HOLY COW My pulse kicks into overdrive, and I feel my core clench at his words and the way he’s holding himself. “I…”
I start to…I don’t know, apologize, when his eyes flash again and he snarls, “Now,” making me jump out of my seat and run to my room.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. I go to my dresser and grab a bra and panties, slipping them both on quickly. Then I dig through my closet until I find a pair of sweats, and pull them on with a t-shirt before slowly making my way out of the room and back into the kitchen.
“Is this better?” I ask, not even sitting down until I know I’m safe.
His eyes sweep over me and he nods, so I sit back down, pick my coffee back up, and shakily take a sip.
“Until I get in there, and I mean really get in there, you need to wear clothes when I’m around.”
“This is my house,” I mutter, ignoring the part about him getting into me, because that image caused my whole body to heat up, and I could feel myself turning red from the thought alone.
“Never said it wasn’t, baby,” he murmurs, taking a seat next to me.
I try to think of something to say, but my mind is so focused on just trying to breath that nothing comes to mind.
“You wanna tell me why you were dressed like Catwoman last night at Mamma’s Country?”